Again, nestling in his arms, she turns her head to kiss his cheek shakily, all but quivering with emotional and physical fatuge. Though- eventually, the movement would die down, she would be still and release a small, weak yet content sigh as her eyes fluttered shut and she dozed off, there in his arms.
-SEVERAL HOURS LATER...
They would move through the empty roads of the tiny village, all but empty from the day's attack. Everyone seemed to be exhausted, but a single, rhythmic tone rang out. CLANG, CLANG, CLANG. Ringing like a mantra through the town. As they steadily worked toward the estate, a voice called out," Who's yer boy, Hakon?" rough, gruff, yet effiminate to no end.