"It's okay, Ragna. We both managed to save ourselves, unlike our companions, whose death was avenged enough, when hundreds of enemy warriors died under the blades of our Clan and the proud gaze of Odin" Freydis interrupted, stroking Ragna's face and wiping away tears, even touching the big scar on her forehead that covered part of her face.
"We're going to the Rocky Crown, Freydis. If you need more time with your friend, go ahead, we'll wait for you up there" Dag said, walking alongside his companions in the direction of the wooden platforms.
"Ragna and I will have other opportunities to speak. What matters is to have you reviewed and know that you are safe. Live your life without remorse, sister... we made it!" exclaimed Freydis, trying to hearten the sad soul of her friend, indelibly marked by past events, that gripped her mind to such an extent that it limited her use of the word.
