Lena blinked as the big man sobbed on her shoulder and then in her lap like a child. Since she was awkwardly shackled she couldn't really move and just sat there murmuring consolations as the brute soaked her dress with his tears.  Finally hiccupping a little like boy he sat up and looked at her, a tad embarrassed. His eyes went to her exposed breasts and he blushed. He blushed! With his big hands trying to be as gentle as he could he pulled her dress up again, and he didn't meet her eyes.<br/><br/>"OK, no listen," said Lena tired, hungry, and a bit frustrated.<br/><br/>"I know you miss her, and you love the idea of being in love with her. But somewhere out there is a woman who breathes adventure, who is strong and feisty when needed to heat your blood, and a good strong mother for the children she will bear you." She paused and looked at him. "Look. at. me!"<br/><br/>He looked at her and she continued. "If she chose the blacksmith let her go. She is not the right woman for you. The right woman will find you when you are ready to be with her. And no it has nothing to do with the gods and all that nonsense. It has to do with you!" Now, kindly untie, me, it's not like I can run away with direwolves circling the camp and my hands, and my ass are about to fall asleep."<br/><br/>Lena had meant it. She knew that right now, she was infinitely safer staying with these men. It was clear they weren't going to hurt her, she thought... the gold was too tempting. But she had seen a small cave entrance not far from here and decided to try and reach it the next morning. She  didn't want to die. She would hide there until they stopped looking and left. The entrance was too small for the men to fit, but she would be able to wriggle into it.