I don"t know what I had been expecting to happen when Njorun took her turn climbing into the wagon. A part of me had been afraid she"d start screaming again, and I was half-braced against it, ready to clap my hands over my ears.
But she, like the others, looked around the space first. I couldn"t see her face, but the layers of her hood fluttered as she turned her head this way and that.
She ended looking down at me, but her face was still in shadow. I couldn"t see her eyes, let alone the expression on her face.
Then Mjolner looked up at her from where he was still sleeping on my lap. He gave her a soft meow that sounded like a polite invitation.
Which I guess it was, as Njorun gave him a quick nod, then settled onto the stool across from me.
"Njorun, thank you for speaking with me," I
