Elska managed a small smile as he wiped the corner of her eye. "I know, and she deserves to have your support here." She nodded her head slowly. She even gave a weak laugh as he promised he'd come home and that she'd get sick of him all over again. "I'd never get sick of you Tyr." She said before her cheeks flushed a little. She cleared her throat feeling a bit uncomfortable and stepped back away from him.
"My only hope is that Ingrid will get along with her new husband even if he is sickly." She sighed. She had not had much time to see Ingrid or speak with her. She hadn't seen Lelinus at all since the wedding feast and wondered if he was well. "Does she like him, do you know? Do you think Ingrid can be happy here?" Elska was worried for Ingrid. Ingrid was used to the battlefield and being at the front of a charge. She doubted Brynjar would drop her into his army--though she'd probably join in anyway--and was concerned this new life would be dull and dreary.