This is one of my favorite scenes, and the one that came to me almost immediately when I started the fic. It felt so natural to write I shivered with feelings🤪 It's small (probably less than 1% of the whole fic), without context, but it is the one I am really glad to share:

Thórgestr looked at her. So beautiful and so sad it made his heart ache. The northman weighed her revelation. His mind was clear.

'I doubt it.'

"You'd never."

The woman looked up at him genuinely surprised by his reply. Something akin to a smile, rueful, sharp, and broken, just like a crack on a blade, twitched on her lips.

"Thinking about it now... you have a lot of common with him," her confession was audible, but still quieter than a crackle of the fire. Senua's eyes — always hollow and distant when she was looking at the dancing tongues of burning flames — now were full of something indescribable when she met his gaze.

'But he was your everything, and I'm not.'

It was a selfish thought, absolutely. In the worst possible way. And he didn't care about it. But he did care about her — about what she thought in general, about what she thought of Dillion and of ...him. And suddenly it hurts more than expected.