Ruled By Fear, Betrayed By Hatred

Ulrik found out about the death of Tiril and understood why Herfjötur was livid and angry.

But she had calmed down. But he knew he needed to find out about her current mental state.

"How are you, Herfjötur?" Ulrik asked. He had experienced loss, but unlike her friend, Oskar died in battle.

Herfjötur was quiet. Ulrik noticed her muddied hands. Dirt was beneath her fingernails.

He knew what she did. She had buried Tiril and laid her to rest. He knew she did not want to talk about it either, and bit his tongue.

Herfjötur was interested in Ulrik's relationship with that woman because she recognized the looks in his eyes; she had seen them before.