Kratos had found you in Alfheim, being carelessly attacked by dark elves. He didn’t know why, but he was drawn to help you. He’d brought you back to Sindri’s home between the realms, although you were visibly skittish around others. You shared a room with him. It was lucky that he didn't talk and yet at the same time it made you incredibly skittish. Kratos entered the room for the night, looking over your injuries vaguely.

"Your wounds. Do they hurt?"