It was a smell she knew would never leave her. She could die a thousand times over and she'd never forget it. It even felt clean on her skin. She'd never forget what this life was like. Or how she'd missed it. She would have to take a trip to where she knew Magnus was buried later.
Bryn felt the smile when the faces at the gate caught her eye. At least one of them stood out among all the others. "I think we could if we make it that far." She nodded to the man with the dark auburn hair, he wasn't quite as tall as a few of the men that stood there. "That is Floki. He would be twenty years old now." But the look on his face as soon as he registered who she was, had her breath hitching in her throat.