He sat patiently with Rayne, knowing she'd likely be a bit weak from the extensive birth of their children. He was merely only trying to help the woman. To his question of their names, he found it interesting that the woman had only named the surviving two - "Yes, Arvin and Radke." He began his speech, of how she needed to eat. How she needed to drink. "I . . . I have been eating, and drinking. Just a little bit, but enough to keep me going." He nodded, seeing she didn't touch his offer of leaving. "But you need more than just enough for yourself. You need to sustain more than enough, for them."
He sighed, his tone had been a bit harsh but she needed to hear this. He didn't want to point fingers, but that could be why she had been having troubles with stillborn children. His eyes cast away for a moment, before looking back to her as he spoke more. He spoke of his brother, and he guilt and depression. How she couldn't let it win her over. Death could not have her, not now. She shivered under his gaze, before speaking. "I . . . I can't leave them. I can't lose anyone else. I-I'll try my best. I just acclimate so badly. . . " He shook his head with a sigh, flopping onto the ground of the den a bit aways from her.
"Rayne, you cannot simply try your best. You must do. It is not a matter of the acclimation, you are a mother now to two boys. If you cannot handle it, if Tarben is not suitable for you - Then I insist you go on neutral terms. We will not hunt you, we will not wish ill upon you. Radke and Arvin will be well fed, well brought up, and they will know you as their mother." He looked to meet her gaze. "The Dane way is not for everyone. I know that. You do not want to be here, you do not want to be claimed and owned, pupped again and again. So go."
He was persistent, but if she needed to leave there was nothing holding her here. Nothing aside from their two sons. He couldn't let them go, he knew that as did she surely. "Wait-where's-there was another one!" His eyes fell, he rose back to a sitting position. "He was lifeless and cold when I entered - He didn't make it. " He looked to the outside of the den. "I buried him just outside the den with a stone to mark, for you to grieve. I also gave him a name so he does not stay tied to this earth - Einherjar." He looked back to her, his icy gaze. "This is why I say, you must eat. You must drink. You need to take care of yourself or our sons will die, Rayne. There is not a trying your best, there is only doing. If you cannot, then you must go." He said, the last part painfully. "If you cannot take care of yourself enough to be a mother, then I offer you the chance to forfeit it, them, and find your happiness."
"PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE." Brother of Bastian & Bones |
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