Halbjorn frowns. He hadn't realized things had gotten to quite that state with them. Granted, he's not exactly the most socially perceptive or empathic of people. Still... he glances at Svalin, then back to Vernique.
"A beginning then. And naught but that... but an opportunity, e'en so, that my sister mayst seize in time. I am sorry if I hath vexed thee, good Vernique. Mayhap mine mother wouldst be good source to speak to both of thee? She knowst far more of keeping harmonious home, and communicating between wife and warrior, than I."
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