The last few days had been strange. This was not the first time it had happened. It would probably not be the last. That did not mean Brenna had to like it. She didn't. She wanted her husband back. She wanted to curl up next to him during the night. Instead, she slept alone and dreamed of the coast. Or that was what she thought until suddenly a weight settled down next to her. Her expectations broken, adrenaline shot through her body to raise alarm. She grabbed the knife underneath her pillow, unsheathed it and moved quietly around to face the intruder. It was only a second before she decided to confront him that it dawned on her that maybe - if she were to be lucky - Dan was back to his actual age. A moment later, she was glad she had taken a more careful route.
She let out a curse in Old Norse. "You are still young," she noted intelligently. The knife was still in her hand but she had loosened her grip.