"I'll find him a goat. And maybe a barrel of twelve hundred year old mead." She chuckled softly. Her arms settled over his shoulders again. "I will be honest, though... I wouldn't balk at seeing you without a stitch." Yet she would probably slap her hands over her eyes. And avert her entire person if she ever found Thor in such a state.
Bryn laughed again. "None shall go to waste I assure you. It is already doing a fantastic job." She danced her fingers along one of his hands, before she drew it over her heart. "It was nearly still when I walked down here. And had been for at least five months or more." And yet the beat beneath his fingers, now, would give anyone pause to believe she was vampire.