Support is the least she can give him, and what Dís gives freely even if he were not to ask for her to do so. What more does she have, after all? Still, he lies down and wraps his arms around her, pressing kisses and endearments to the dark curling mass of her hair and for a moment she can forget that his arm is broken and his mind is darkened with battle.

For a moment, Dís can pretend that nothing has happened and they are cuddling after a bad dream.

"Brother dearest, your safe return 'twas all I wished for." Still, she smiles, pressing a kiss to the line of his jaw and curling closer. She hasn't slept well in far too long, too worried and too unused to the silence. Perhaps now she can, knowing at least part of her family has returned.