Five
“I’ve not always been the quiet one, you know.”
I’m wrapped in his warm arms, the snow around us long gone, melted by the heat of our bodies.
I’m not cold, nor wet, somehow the ground has dried while we were rolling around on it. I should be covered in mud but I’m not. This island is strange. Or maybe it’s the shifter magic affecting us.
I stay quiet, giving him time to tell me what he’s obviously wanting to get off his chest. In the past few days, he’s become less grumpy and more open. I like seeing this side of him; it’s very different from the Ràn I got to know back in the hut when all he’d say were one-word sentences. Of course, he’s not talking as much as Húnn and I doubt he’ll ever be as loud and cheery as Finn, but it’s definitely an improvement.
“You probably don’t know t
