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Songs for Nomads 4.3

[(Anonymous)]

Eitri shifts behind her. “I still haven’t worked out why you’re doing this.”

“Doing what?” Freyja asks, sleepily. He’s warm, and she’s beginning to nod off against his chest, exhausted by the day’s travel.

“This.” He gestures down at the ominous glow of the torches. “You said it yourself – the Thalmor will be hunting you the rest of your life. And that’s if we make it out of there alive.”

I’ve apparently got an appointment with the World-Eater, she thinks. The rest of my life may not be very long. “Glad to hear you’ve got so much confidence in me,” Freyja says, aloud.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

It does seem crazy, she supposes – taking on the Thalmor to aid a chance acquaintance. Freyja hasn’t fully examined her motives herself. She just knows she doesn’t want him to walk blindly to his death; perhaps she saved his life, but she feels as if she is the one that owes him something. She recalls his sad, steady gaze, as he asked her who would search for his cousin if he did not. Because you reminded me what courage is, she thinks. Her shrug ends in an involuntary yawn. “Look, the gods practically dropped you in my lap,” Freyja says. “I’m not going to leave the job half-done.”

He elbows her gently in the ribs. “The gods dropped me in your lap, did they?” he asks, shifting pointedly beneath her.

“Mmhm,” she says.