I met May for dinner. I sat facing the room this time, and I needed to look at him properly. It's not that I didn't believe Queen Ingrid, but I didn't want to be forced to feel any kind of sympathy towards him. They hadn't come for dinner yet, so I ate with May and chatted away about her day at training..
Finally, they all rolled in and walked to their table. I saw him from behind. He did not hold himself up with his natural intimidation as he usually did. Instead, his shoulders were dropped, and Odin didn't look up from the floor. He sat down near the end and held his head in his hands for a moment.
As the table started helping themselves to dinner, he just sat there looking at the table. He would give the occasional nod or small verbal response when someone spoke to him, but he wasn'
