Oh, Journey- he remembered Journey, dancing in the sun, the fabric of her long pale linen dress catching the light and hinting at the shape of her legs, and Freyr reclining in the meadow, surrounded by wildflowers that dipped slightly in an idle summer breeze-
"It is wise to accept who you truly are," he said. She knew he was Freyr and not Harald, and he knew she was not a demon in disguise. At least, he was fairly certain. "We can be who we are today, I think."