It has been about a week now since I have last seen the tattooed stranger who heroically rescued me from the decayed draugr, which left me with bloody wounds, that I have made sure to have keep taken care of, and be careful to not open them up during the healing process when I move around.

I know little about the man, and his life story, but from what information he has told me, the vanir goddess, Freya, placed a curse upon him, which made an already powerful god impossible to injure, or to kill, unless there was some cure to the witches spell, which would make him vulnerable to any harm; I wonder if he'd be overwhelmed with joy if he remained his senses, or disappointed that he is no longer invulnerable, and it is possible to strike him down.

I was just removing my old bandages wrapped around my torso and arm, that has a splotch of my dried blood stain, but it wasn't as bad as before, where it was difficultly to stop the blood flow; now its manageable.

Sitting on my bed, I unwrapped the old bandages from my arm, scanning the wound to check how well it was healing; from the looks of it, it was recovering swiftly. I was satisfied with the progress, taking ahold of the new, unused bandages that I had ready besides me, carefully using my good arm to wrap it around, not too tightly, as I would hate to cut circulation, tucking the loose strap underneath the others to keep it secured.
I had already taken care of my back last night before I went to bed, so I knew I shouldn't bother removing the straps.

The pain on each wound has decreased as they healed, so I wouldn't suffer with excruciating pain for every inch I moved.
I was ready to be more active, and I got more impatient as time passed by, but I had enough self control and common sense, that I would suck it up, and wait til I knew that they had recovered enough.
Yes, I do clean them to avoid infections.

I gave the bandages one last check, nodding my head in approval as it was secured in place, and it should stay in place for a while.
I stepped onto the creaky wooden floors, slipping off my bed, the planks underneath me croaked with my body weight standing on top of it.

I had an urge to go back outside, despite the dropping tempatures outside; I'd much rather prefer to be outside, soaking in the wonderful beauty of midgard, than cooping myself up inside, where things begin to feel tight, and I don't have a whole lot I can rely on for entertainment- I get pretty lonely here...

I didn't want to sit another second inside the cabin, so I snatched my fur cloak that the draugr had torn, in the process, tearing opened my back, that I expect to leave a nasty scar to remember that day I nearly lost my life.
I had patched up the tear the other night, not because I needed to, but I wanted to do something rather than be alone with my thoughts, so I figured I may as well clean off the blood, and patch the long cloak up before the tear got any worse.

I let it hang over my shoulders, clipping the two corners of the cloak that lied loosely on my shoulders together, that way it wouldn't slip off my back as I stroll down the woods, and I wouldn't have to worry about fixing it every few seconds, and getting irritated that it wasn't cooperating with me.

It was pretty toasty underneath the cloak, so I was sure that it'd keep me warm enough being outside.

I puffed out my chest, raising my chin, taking my first steps out the door, the gentle chilly breeze greeting me by blowing in my direction, my cloak catching the wind, resulting in the cloak flowing behind me.

I marched forwards, growing further amd further from the cabin as I inched closer to the trees in front of me, which consisted of the tall, white trees that each had their own unique patterns of black, helping them stand out from the rest, most of their leaves lied flat on the dirt and grass, some catching the wind as it blew by, twirling around with the twists of the breeze.

It was like I was getting déjà vu; last I remember going this direction, I was at the feet of a roaring draugr, and I was bracing myself for it to do the worst before my knight in shining armor came to the rescue.
I could only wonder where he was now, and if I'll ever see him again.
I mean to thank him profusely for his actions, and I dunno... Perhaps discover any other detail about him?

As soon as I acknowledged that I was gradually hiking closer to the exact location of the draugr, I stopped dead in my tracks, taking a dramatic turn with an equally as dramatic huff; after what happened, I didn't want to get anywhere close there, at least not for a while.
I'm aware that my chances of being attacked by another draugr was slimmer than me running into the tattooed man again, but I didn't want to take that chance; this time if I were attacked, I wouldn't imagine there'd be another god to pull me out of it.

I continued my way around as my (e/c) eyes scanned every inch of my surroundings, catching every detail the mortal eye can see, and creating my own monologue in my head, making small comments to myself here and there if I happen to spot anything other than the usual trees.
"Ooh, that leaf looks pretty."
"Those look like they can be boar tracks- they're not fresh."
"I wonder what is on the tip of those mountains over there. wouldn't it be funny if someone were up there right now?"

I was alone, listening to the soothing ambience made by nature, and listening to myself talk about the little things I can see from the path I walk on.
It was nice... I am considering doing this more often! It'd be a great stress reliever, and I would keep myself occupied for a while.

I was enjoying myself today, as it seemed like absolutely nothing can go wrong, but a sudden voice that didn't belong to me had caught me off guard, and I felt my stomach drop to my feet.

"Who're you talking to?"

I couldn't control the yelp I had let slip right out of my mouth, alerting the surroundings wildlife, which was fortunately all small, harmless animals that scattered away from the area.

I twisted myself around to discover who the owner of the voice was that came out the blue, and to my surprise I saw the same tattooed who had dragged me away from danger; he was highly amused by how easily startled I was, snickering.

I wanted to be upset, but I must admit, it was a little funny... No, I nearly got a heart attack from that!

"For somebody so brave, I didn't expect it to be so easy to scare you like that." The man stated, collecting himself while displaying a prideful smirk, pleased with himself that he snuck up on me without making a sound, proceeding to scare me enough that it felt like my immortal soul nearly crawled out of my body.

I scoffed, making a response to his remark. "Wh-wh- no! What you did would frighten the living sh-" I stopped myself once I had fully processed what all the man had announced; he thought I was 'brave'?
"H-hold on,'brave'? Wh-what in all the nine realms makes you think im brave?" I questioned the man, crossing my arms over my chest, allowing my good arm to be tucked underneath my injured arm.

I was intrigued. He probably doesn't know a thing about me, while there are a few things about him that I'm aware about, so what gives him the idea that I was 'brave'?

The man clicked his tongue. "You see... I was watching you the time you encounterd the draugr. It was clear to me that as it was doing whatever it can to finish off your short life as soon as it laid its dead eyes on you, and you were trying to be as stubborn as you can to fight back." He explained while using slow hand motions in the air, using a variety of facial expressions.

That's not true... I was petrified! He must be getting it all wrong... I shouldn't try to correct him, so instead I will thank him for believing that I was so brave, and stopping the draugr; even if it wasn't to save me, that will not stop me from showing my gratitude.

"W-well... Although I disagree with you, I just wanted to say... Thank you- not just for thinking that I was brave enough to handle the beast, but for coming in and saving me before it was too late..!" I expressed my gratitude to the man with my words, giving him a grateful smile on top of that, clasping my hands together.

"Psh, its nothing, m'lady. Figured I'd do you a favor, and release you from its grasp." He responded, dipping his head, delivering his own content smile, his arms remained to be at least a few inches from his body for a long period of time, like he didn't have much for balance.

I like him already. He seems friendly enough, for being a god, that is- I've heard of some horrible things some of the other gods have done, while this stranger is just a gentleman.
It was kinda silly that right after I thought that I had a better chance of stumbling upon the tattooed man again was better than crossing paths with a draugr, he shows up.
I really wasn't wrong, was I?