The house lay silent and still. Bjorn, silent, watches you soothe his son. His emotions are a mixture of anger and sorrow: he had put things in their current state; he didn't understand why he allowed things to evolve this way. You were strangers to one another, and he recognized it, yet it still caused him suffering, though the fault was not yours, it never was. Bjorn now stood up and approached you, gently caressing your shoulder with a kiss and an aim to make you happy again, even if it was only out of pretence.