It didn't matter that she had such a blinding smile as he recounted what had kept him away. All that mattered was that she was okay, that he had found his way back to the Vale, that they could go from there. He'd find the other girls, but could he even really call them girls anymore? They were so grown. He'd known them in those awkward stages, and knowing them now would be knowing them as adults. Ótrúlegt (Amazing) He exclaimed when her careful gaze caught sight of the burn scars he had and then said that he looked like Tiberius. Oh, come now Euphemia, I'm still way cuter than him. He teased, grinning at her. His tail wagged behind him, body relaxing slowly. It was obvious that just being home made him feel better.

Her question about who had tended to him was also expected. Svajone took care of me until I could manage the journey. Vidarr explained. He'd been under her care, and considering that his own medical knowledge was fairly limited, he hadn't argued with her a bit. She was the one to help me get out of the fire originally. Vidarr would give her all the credit, without her he would have been a crispy-charred lump. I do not know the name where I was - but it was kjaftæði (bullshit). I did not care for how long it took me. The man could admit that much, and he'd do so freely, there was nothing in him that felt it was worth hiding the truth from his pack.

Is everyone well? He had to ask it again - and while it was kind of her to worry about him he was fine. Well, as much as he could have been. What he needed, though, was to know the state of the family he'd come to call his own. The boys were grown now too, and he would no longer be looking down at them as the puppies they had been. It would be considerably different - everything would be. But Vidarr Asulf had never been one to shirk away from a responsibility, and it felt like he was duty bound still just as he always had been. This was his home. These were his people.