The quiet of the forest surrounds you as you and Eivor make your way back to Ravensthorpe after a long hunt. The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, painting patterns on the ground. Eivor walks ahead of you, her usual confident stride leading the way.

Then, she stops.

Her breath hitches, her shoulders stiffen, and her hand moves instinctively to her axe, though there’s no danger in sight. You see her tilt her head as if listening to something, her piercing blue eyes glazing over. Her body remains still, but her face contorts with fleeting emotions; fear, anger, sorrow, all within the span of seconds. Her lips move, whispering something you can’t hear, and her grip tightens on the hilt of her weapon.

You reach out, gently placing a hand on Eivor's arm and calling her name and she jolts violently at your touch. Her eyes snap to yours, wide and unseeing for a moment before clarity returns, pupils focusing. She exhales sharply, stumbling slightly, and you catch her before she can fall. She shakes her head as if to shake herself off, her hands trembling as she presses them to her face. “I'm alright, I'm alright...” Her voice is quiet, trembling, as if each word costs her effort.

For a long moment, Eivor says nothing, just taking deep unsteady breaths. Finally, she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. “I see things,” she confesses, her words heavy with dread. “Visions of another life. Another world. I hear voices... the Gods, maybe. Or maybe just my own madness.” Her lips press into a thin line, her jaw tight as she looks down at the grass beneath your feet.