I can be patient when I need to be. I understand that all the others need to speak to the re-affirmed leader. I may still be...irritated, but it is not so much about this situation but with life in general. I look different than when she saw me last. Magnus made sure to leave a few good marks on my neck and a few scars on my face. The rage if an imprint is a most terrifying opponent. I even know Magnus- and he knows me. Yet, I was nothing to him in his white hot rage. Death can be a horrible thing, and yet it will be the fate of us all at some point.

I did not stare and watch as the others addressed her and eventually left. I know that the crowd had dwindled down and not it is just two hearts beating on this lengthening day. I do not wish to disturb her so quickly, but at the same time, this news is important to her. I notice the injuries she has sustained- Tithe did put up a fight. I did not doubt that he would, and it is a shame he would not be able to find his place here.

As she addresses me, I know my face is hardened, even more so now that I am graced with scars. I ensure to follow her as I let out a harsh sigh. She knows that I have new. I am sure she feels that it is not good news as the irritation of the whole situation seems to burn hot like steam off my skin.

"Fjall had fallen ill," I say as I continue on, my blue eyes fixated forward.

"We tried to help her, but the damn girl just withered away," I say, my voice coarse as I then grit my teeth- a bit of disappointment in my vocals as well. Why couldn't the damn girl hold on? She was too young, really, to die to such a thing. A thing that I cannot battle and fight back.

"We tried but she died, Daenerys," I said with a pause to my step.

"She died and then Magnus went mad," I say as I let my eyes draw towards the new scars on my neck and face.

"I am not sure if you have ever met an male wolf who has lost his imprint- but they are fierce creatures. I have never seen anything like it- and I bear the scars of that encounter for the rest of my life," I say looking to her. It is many things that I say with my words- that Fjall has died and that the wolf left behind afterwards is but a broken creature. I break my eyes away from her, not knowing what to say... I have said all that I can about it. What is done is done. She needed to know.