Preparation. They're leaving soon, and normally she'd be thinking about how this could be her trial as a warrior. But last night, the dreams came to her. A miasma sliding down her throat, a heaviness in her stomach. She could not stop retching. She could not breathe. And in her vision, she'd never seen the valley she stood in. But something told her it was important-- related to their future.

She can't shake the dreams. Anxiety is not normal for her. Travel isn't something she knows particularly well, but she had been excited-- as excited as Quiet Maja could manage. She wanted to see more of the world, to discover her place within it. Perhaps it was not even here, on the island, but...

Well.

Telling herself it's foolish, she approaches Tyr anyway. She makes sure to stay in his line of vision, knowing her quiet approach was known to frighten many. Ragnhildr told her she'd make a great hunter, but is that her passion? She's not sure. Regardless, she's before Tyr now, her head low in respect.

"Skorungr." She makes sure to raise her voice above its normal soft tone. "I don't want to bother you. Is this a good moment?"