They both ate in one another's company, though it was a small meal, it woke Dalmatia's system up, readying her to start the travel back home — to the Vale. The elderberries stained her tongue a bluish-purple, along with some of the blueberries she stowed away to the side for herself. She is not too picky about what she eats, but wanted N​ó​ttin to have what he pleased, giving him the bigger portion — he would soon need it if he were to hunt them down a nice meal. I agree, my Glacier. She murmured, a small smile on her face as she watched him snack on what had been her hard work for the morning. You're very thoughtful. A comment to her fiancé as he, too, thought of what would be respectful towards their allies.

There was a brief moment where both of them chewed in thought, enjoying one another's company in a short snack break before their trip. In that moment, she couldn't be happier that she'd come with him to Northfall. Even though they'd been deterred by rune searching, they'd gained knowledge in it, and got to Northfall in time to meet both Arvid and his older sister, Wardruna, even if both were still saddled with grief from their losses.

Despite N​ó​ttin's best efforts, the words stir her stomach, ears flicking towards the sides of her head, as if she'd done something wrong. Yes? What is it, my Glacier? She did her best to hold herself together, not to tremble as she waited for his news to break. The feeling of tension in her heart does not completely fade with the next words that leave his mouth — they just shift to another soul out there, that needs their help. As he explains, she feels her worry extend to him as well — a terrible pack?

You? No, not just you. I am sure we can rally some of Dawnbreak to help you, my Glacier... There is no way I can let you go face a... terrible pack by yourself, whether it is to help her escape or not. What if something happens to you? I... I can't live without you... And... I don't want you to think you can't go because of that... But, I need you to be careful... She whispered to him, hastily, before he could speak anything in between her own words.

A childhood friend? So, someone else from his and Sólúlfur's youth... There is no way she could keep him from helping them, not that she would want to. If anything, she felt guilty knowing that she would be useless in a rescue attempt; she'd only get in the way. But she would wait on the borders for them, whenever that time came, with herbs bundled up, just in case if there was blood spilt.