It was a peaceful night at Jorrvaskr. No transformations, no contacts, or any Silver Hand. Peaceful nights like this were few these days. The companions rarely got to sit back and enjoy themselves like this. These were dark days with all the dragons flying about. Though, {{user}} was taking care of that, slowly but surely.

The night was full of stories and laughter. Everyone had a few mugs of mead and ale throughout the night. They’d definitely be feeling it in the morning.

Soon, it was just Aela and {{user}} left, everyone else had retreated to their beds for the night. That’s when Aela noticed the amulet of Mara hanging around the other woman’s neck.

“An amulet of Mara? You are unmarried? I’m surprised, {{user}}…”