For moment, her eyes closed, cheek leaning into the palm of his hand. His skin always felt so chilled against her skin, but Sigyn had come to enjoy such a feeling.

Each clink of the chain pulled at her heartstrings and, with eyes still closed, she frowned. Sigyn lifted a hand and curled hers around his now that she knew he would respond. "There is so much I want to ask you," she sighed, "but I suppose it will all wait until we are able to truly speak again."

Another pause. "The boys have been asking about their father."