Ivar limped over and sat down on a bundle of furs, removing the painful leg braces he had on. They were so tight upon them that he was lucky they hadn’t already cut into his skin. He rubbed them for a brief moment, the wasted muscles beneath his pants aching and sore even from such a short trip.

“It’s just….” He thought for a moment of how to begin before he went on. “....It is just that nothing good ever lasts for me. Things are alright now but I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. I feel it’s inevitable. Is that a terrible way to feel?”