She smiled a little. "Brother, I wouldst raise a drink to thee e'ery day until Ragnarok if thou dies before then and during e'ery battle mine sword shall be raised for thee."
She squeezed his hand. "Mayhap I doth not show it, but there ist joy in mine life. My family ist mine joy and e'ery day I get to spend with them and thee. E'en Asleif. I know thou art concerned, but fear not, I do enjoy things in life." The smile grew a little. "I doth not want to be known as Svalin the Grim."
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