Like the landscape that surrounded them—Hilde was rendered motionless, speechless—expression on her face an amalgam of sheer shock and something else, entirely unreadable.
'You're as beautiful as the day I lost you.' His warmth enveloped her body. Heat gathered on her visage as if she were a smitten schoolgirl. 'Elsku kappinn minn, hvað ég hef saknað þín.' Trembling, her body gravitated towards him, her face pressing to his cheek.
Where...she paused, pulling back to look into his eyes.
Where have you been?!Her ears pinned back. Years of sheer emptiness, the terror she'd felt that perhaps, she'd never see him again—all was ousted all at once, as though it was never there to begin with. Yet, the modicum of betrayal elicited by the notion that he'd left... It was difficult to shed.
I looked everywhere. I... no trace, no note...She turned her head, a futile attempt to hide from him, the tears that brimmed in her golden eyes.
Nothing. Nothing...She wanted to be angry. She wanted to unleash the heavy weight of everything she'd felt in the months past without him in the form of an angered tirade.
Yet... his eyes. Ever soft, like sunlight.
Slowly, she shook her head. Her forehead pressed to his broad shoulder and she sniffed into his coat, the tears overflowing out from her eyes and spilling down her cheeks.
I thought I'd lost you.Her voice trembled.
Hilde desperately clung to the hope that, perhaps, he'd been transported inadvertently—much like she had. Between soft, suppressed sobs, she quietly mumbled.
Please... please... tell me you didn't leave me...Her face buried against his withers.