Amalthea let her hand slip from his face, the scratch of his beard and onto the armor of his chest where his heart lay. “The wood’s are within you,” she murmured before bringing her hand into her lap. How pale she was in contrast to the lavish green around them. “I remain in the woods for the solitude is healing. You would not believe me, Ragnar, but I ache.”Ragnar thought about her question and supposed that she was right.
“In the woods, I feel closer to the gods.” He answered simply, but it was also to run away from the living. From his family, his families, his duties, his responsibilities, the weight that was always on his shoulders.
The woods brought with them a certain solace.
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