After he had mentioned his family, the very air in the room suddenly became very heavy. The Nord proped himself up on his good arm as he looked to the She-Elf across from him, and it was clear something he had said made somewhat upset. Yet, it was still difficult to tell. Andrel had never met a Snow Elf up to that point, so he didn’t know if there emotions or facial expressions were different. Perhaps he had made her remember her family? In truth, he didn’t mean to upset her. For a moment, he simply tilted his head slightly as if to look a little confused, though he chose not to push the subject any further. In fact, she seemed keen to change the subject, and he would happily humor her, she did save his life after all. “I’m afraid I’m not much of a scholar, though I must admit the Dwemer were a crafty bunch. To bad they let it go to their heads, the word might be a better place otherwise.” That was true for many other races as well. If only Talos was still among the living, he could bring order back to the world. The moment he stoped speaking, Luna was on her feat and approaching him. He sat up as best he could for her, though he did not expect her to place her bare hand on his forehead.<br/><br/>Now, Andrel was a man. And of course, men typically persue a woman, sometimes across race boundaries, in an attempt to fulfill certain needs. All of this fancy language was the politest way he could justify the rush of feeling throughout his body. Life may be cold and short in Skyrim, but that didn’t mean men and women were practically jumping into bed the moment they met. Again, his justification as to why he had yet to have a woman, something he kept to himself. Even with female Stormcloaks who may wish to feel a rush outside of battle, Andrel was a bit more... conservative. You could say he really just wanted to be a family man. It’s how he was raised, to be honest and brave, though not suicidally so. Just as he was trying to enjoy the pleasant feeling of her soft, smooth hand against his cut and bruised skin, it was gone and she revealed her plans for the three of them. “I possibly couldn’t ask for more assistance, you’ve already done more then anyone else would have...” he was cut off as Luna finally revealed what had been bothering her, though it was not at all what he expected or wanted.<br/><br/>Even as the words passed her lips, the Nord’s head dropped. He was quiet, anyone would be when they tried to process that their entire family was dead. His mother and father, now nothing but ash. And yet worst of all was his little sister. She was only eleven winters old, not even a woman yet. Now? Now he was the only one. A weak, broken Nord who had outlived both those he fought with and those he fought for. He was alone, and without purpose. He’d spent so much time in his own mind that he didn’t even realize Luna had moved next to him, her hand holding his own a she locked eyes with him. Yet, she was the only one with tears in her eyes. Why did he not feel anything? No anger, no sadness, no nothing. Just emptiness. When she finally got up and returned to the fire, Andrel allowed himself to speak “Do... Do not weep for me. I don’t deserve sympathy. I see now that the Gods wish to laugh at me... It would have been better if you allowed me to die.” She could tell him not to give up. She could hand him a plate of food and try and change the subject. It didn’t change anything. Silently, the Nord placed his plate on the floor for the wolf, and he sat up fully on his stone bed. “It’s loyalty. She’s loyal to you, you did save her life after all. I’m in the same position.” He sighs, looking over his injured body before looking over to the She-Elf “I will repay my debt to you, and that will be the purpose for which I will live. I have nothing else now. You need not protect me anymore, I will not let anything harm you.” She has lost everything long ago, and she had the time to move on. She hadn’t even know her family. Perhaps it hurt less when you didn’t know how much you truly lost. “I won’t be sleeping anytime soon, why don’t I take first watch. Even if I’m injured, I can hold my own. I’m sure Willow can to.” His tone had shifted. He was definitely much more reserved. His tone was nearly flat, as if he was simply focused on anything but his own emotion. It was the new Andrel, one that define the rest of his life.