Two Halves: Full Moon (Chapter Four)Farkas sat with Lassarina outside out the Whiterun gates, lending her his shoulder, while she cried. He felt bad for her; he honestly wouldn't know what to do if Vilkas went missing. He'd probably search all of Skyrim looking for him, and if he didn't find him then he'd search the rest of Tamriel. He wouldn't rest until he found Vilkas, whether he ended up being dead or alive.More Like This
He kept murmuring words of comfort to her, telling her that Einarr was no doubt searching for at that very moment. That there was no guarantee that her brother was at Helgen at the time of the dragon attack. Even Fang, who was sitting on her lap, was trying to comfort the crying girl, licking the tears from her face and nipping at her fingers. He didn't know if it was his words, Fangs actions, or a combination of both, but after a little while Lassarina stopped crying and wiped her reddened eyes dry. She stayed quiet for a few moments, taking several deep breaths before she finally looked up at Farkas.
Two Halves: Full Moon (Chapter Three)A few days turned into a few weeks and Lassarina was truly enjoying her time at Whiterun. She had gotten to know all of the Companions and their personalities. Many of them were a joy to be around. She and Ria had become fast friends, often eating together in the mead hall and talking about the things they've seen and done throughout their lives. They talked long into the night, much to Njada's displeasure. Njada was a very short tempered woman, often pointing out that Lassarina didn't belong in Jorrvaskr, since she wasn't a warrior, so she tended to avoid her. She also befriended the Dunmer, Athis, who would often regale her with tales from his home of Morrowind. Everyone found it quite strange how talkative Athis was around her, since he was normally very quiet, and when confronted about it he explained that Lassarina reminded him of some Dunmer woman he had met in his travels.More Like This
Lassarina had also grown to adore Tilma. The old woman was like the grandmother she never had, often doting