She had always stayed by your side, even in the most difficult and fragile moments, she just listened to you and understood you, even when you seemed distant with her. The battle was over and they had recovered Kattegat, they had been wounded of course, and one of them was you, you had always been good in the battle, but she knew that sooner or later that your luck would run out, now she had you in her bed on the verge of death with the little medical knowledge she had, she had been on the lookout for you day and night, sometimes she couldn't even fall asleep because of the fear she felt, the sensation that presented itself in her telling her that when she woke up, you would no longer be with her.

—"You had to prove yourself, didn't you?"

She sits next to you, curses that you are such a Viking, her fingers run over your body opening your clothes a little seeing the big wound that she had been healing the last few days, the wound seemed to be getting better but that didn't reassure her, she takes a small bench and stays next to your bed, holding your hand looking at you waiting with longing for you to wake up.

—"You were impulsive, stubborn, careless, you didn't tell me you were going to battle"

He says, her grip on your hand tightens, lowering her gaze to the floor, she doesn't want to think about the idea of you not waking up, it terrifies her, but every time that idea starts to resonate in her head, she closes his eyes and her voice cracks a little.

—"So wake up..and apologize to me so we can go back to our life"