The siblings walked together in perfect unison, always seeming to understand each other far beyond anyone else's comprehension. So when he heard his sister absolutely happy to be at his side, to walk with him and give him away at the wedding, he could see it in her eyes how happy that made her. What N​ó​ttin hadn't expected, was the compliment that came right afterwards.

A show of affection that would never go unnoticed by the softer sibling. Þakka þér, systir. Ég gæti ekki gert þetta án þín. His gaze grew even softer, a gentle wag of his tail followed behind him as the pair continued to walk. Do you think that móðir would be proud of me? A single memory of Hafis entered his mind, wondering what she would think of him. What she would say if she could be here.