Bryn sank into the affection. He gave it so freely, and while she wouldn't admit to it out loud, she did need it. When he withdrew, she gave him a little smile. She settled a bit more in her position, her shoulders relaxed.
"My heart is heavy." She admitted. "But I never reached that point, in all the battles and raids and wars that I have been in, that the loss of life doesn't make it heavy. I know Thor's life was not lost, but it feels the same." She stretched her leg out, lifting it out of the water she spread her toes.
"If I am truthful, he reminded me of Magnus. They were both large," she leaned her neck back and stroked her throat, "Magnus had a grander beard though, and hair that would remind me of fire. Darker than mine. It looked quite fierce colored in another man's blood."