[ If she has wanted to kiss Magni more than in this moment, she does not know it. For something so simple as merely being believed. Being understood, not having to fight for the simple truth she had the misfortune to live. To have to scream herself hoarse in fear as surely as she had in desperation of battle about what she knows to be the truth of her life.

That for once, she needs not to do anything of the sort and she is simply been listened too. Reverently, she lifts a hand, to trace around the shape of her cheek. Soft and warm. She could nothing more than that, at times, she thinks. ]

Englishmen. But it is... not... as simple as that. The rest... the rest is what you must understand about me. I have been fighting a ... long time.