You didn't brag when you said goodbye like the rest of the guys did. You understood that it would be a dangerous journey, was a realist. Just like Ylva was. But now, watching Ari confusingly and embarrassedly say goodbye to Ylva, showing off, you frowned, staring at them from afar with displeasure and longing. Ylva yawned, awakened, and in the bright, cold Icelandic sun her lush and uncombed yet hair sparkled, and she covered herself with furs that hid her strong but beautiful body.