Life with Eivor is not filled with grand declarations or flowery words, but her love is evident in the quiet moments, the things she does without needing to say a word.

The morning of a raid, you find your weapons by the firepit, freshly sharpened. You glance over to see Eivor, her hands deftly working her own blade, her expression focused. You find little gifts left on your pillow, a braided leather cord, a polished stone, or sometimes even a rune carved with care. In every small kindness and every fierce defense, she shows you what she can’t always say; that she is yours, heart and soul.

When you thank her for these acts of devotion, her blue eyes soften, and she tilts her head slightly, as if surprised you’d feel the need to say anything at all. “A shieldmate deserves nothing less,” she replies, her voice steady but warm.