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He had been halfway through his makeshift tent when she returned. It was nothing special, but with the furs and blankets rolled on the back of his horse, he was able to set them up with some sort of shelter to have over their heads. It wasn't until she asked her question did he actually look up and catching her in his gaze, though. And while it was a rare event, Reidar gave himself a moment to ponder her question. Haste often got in the way of his choices, but with war on their doorstep, even he couldn't ignore the severity of the situation they were in.

"Doesn’t matter what I think. My father’s already decided they’re worth the effort." Reidar saw the others as a liability. More people they had to worry about. But what good would they even be if when battle began, they had to spend their energy on protecting the new comers. "The Jarl wants hearts and alliances. I want results." He shook his head before returning to his efforts on their new home for the evening.

"We're watching over farmers and craftsmen when we could be training our actual warriors, making sure our people are read." It was clear he was bitter that his opinion didn't hold much weight when it came to his father. But when Reidar often acted on arrogance, it was no wonder his father didn't take him seriously. "Do you not see the potential threat they pose to our people? That they are a weakness we could not afford in battle?"

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So much had happened in such a short period of time, and in a way, it felt like she didn't have the luxury to mourn the way life used to be. When her father was still alive, and when the vikings weren't playing the role of ally. To be honest, Kenna was still quite unsure of whether to trust Fenrir. But here he was, offering up...assurance? Kindness? She had been told stories of vikings, warned and scared by their ferociousness and their lack of mercy. Yet the man in front of her, well, he didn't scare her at all anymore.

Swallowing thickly, Kenna cracked a shy, almost non existent smile in response. "Warrior," she repeated back. "You sure I have what it takes?" Raising her chin, Kenna feigned confidence, her smile growing. It wasn't exactly real, but it was better than moments ago when she was ready to admit defeat.

"What happens when we win?" She asked, sucking in a deep breath as her eyes landed on his own. "Will your Jarl take Mavros' place?" Hesitance shuddered through her breath before she added, "...or you? What is it you'll want once we are victorious?" The question was innocent, but she couldn't ignore the tightness in her stomach as she tried—longed, even—to get to know him better.