Bee hated this. She hated seeing the pain in the journals and the broken hearts from people leaving. She knew it was the nature of this place, but it was the hardest part when someone who is cared for leaves. It is especially hard when that person won't have the memories of you when they return. She watched the pain, and she didn't know what to do to help. She didn't think there was much anyone could do. Each person dealt with his or her grief in different ways.
She hadn't set out that evening looking for someone to console. She had a scarf and more honey cakes for Vogg's daughter. The last time they had spoken, they had talked of Godolfr leaving. Bee had promised Eirny the cakes, and she'd see the scarf and thought of the girl. But Bee couldn't find her, and Vogg wasn't in his normal haunts. So she went to the pub. She needed a drink.
Upon entering the dimly lit building, she spotted the Viking easily, and she had to bite her lip to keep it from quivering. She went to the bar and ordered a hard cider for herself and another pint for Vogg. She didn't speak until she was by his table and setting the glasses down. "Hiya, duckie," she said softly as she sat next to him. She didn't care if he didn't want her company. She didn't care if he got angry with her for inviting herself to sit. She sat near enough to the blonde man that their elbows and shoulders touched and she could feel his warmth. She noticed the untouched food and the empty glasses and knew he was already aware of his daughter's departure. "I fecking hate this."