[ She wants. Something in kind nearly answers her, with Matthias' mouth pressing, then he sighs quietly. No idea how to have the ah... Talk. It won't smother the longing. He's wanted her since the night in the whaler's hut, and fought that sensation tooth and nail, but it's every bit as part of him as any other part that is Fjerda. To tear it up would be to kill some part of his own nature. Not like removing a limb, but carving out a chamber of his heart, leaving the rest less whole, less able to continue onwards. ]
no subject
Is it?
[ Amusement dances in his eyes. ]
I only eat sweets on weekends.
[ True, and said like a joke. ]