While she talked of zero doubt and home, Bragi marveled at the woman he loved. Bragi had doubted that they'd make it. His foot had fallen through air instead of landing on a stair like it was supposed to a couple of times. He'd faltered. At least in that sense. But he'd never doubted Idun. Bragi believed in her in ways he hadn't ever learned to believe in the rest of the world. Idun didn't doubt they'd make it home, Bragi didn't doubt Idun. That was how Idun had gotten them home. She may have been the one leaning into him the most physically, but he'd been leaning into her just as hard in other ways. They'd leaned on each other, and somehow that had been enough. It was hard to doubt that love was the defining force in the universe when presented with that kind of hard evidence, and a wife who wanted to ban goodbyes.
A dreamy sort of smile crept up into the corners of his mouth to match his eyes when she did that. Bragi took her hand, and kissed her gloved fingers. His only regret was that they were gloved. “No goodbyes,” Bragi agreed, “Not real ones. Maybe an 'Until tomorrow' or two if we really can't help it. But that's pushing it a little I think.” Then she unsummoned him and Bragi grinned for the smallest second before he disappeared.
The grin didn't return until his arms were around her, and Bragi listened to Idun whisper. Then it grew. “Well Mrs. Bragi” he whispered turning his head towards her ear, “That could indeed be a problem” Bragi bit his lip. “and one that I am completely ill qualified to fix. But since I'm the cause, I'll try to make it up to you. I'll do my best to make sure you don't have to feel hopeless or desperate about anything else.” He wasn't finished talking after that, just with the word portion. The hopeless, desperate return sentiment was delivered with a final kiss, before Bragi turned over to official fire business.
When he'd finished, and the fire crackled on the logs, Bragi turned to find his wife had transformed into a shade after all. A blind one with a thick, warm looking outer covering. But he was not as dismayed by this turn of events as he'd thought he would be. Instead Bragi walked over and sat on the floor next to the couch. He lifted the blanket a little, and then stuck his head under it. He looked up into his wife's eyes for a second, then looked around at their cloth walled surroundings.
“It's got good character to it,” Bragi remarked while he assessed, brow furrowed, hand to chin. “A pleasant warm atmosphere." His fingers straightened, and he shrugged. "The price is certainly right.” He cast a sidelong glance at her, and sighed. “But it is rather small and the circulation leaves something to be desired." He bit his lip "I'm not sure I'm entirely sold.”