Arms wound themselves around her, lifting her up from the ground and enveloping her in some heat. She both wanted the press closer to that hit and push it away. Adam was the one who had picked her up and all she wanted to do was rant and rave at him but her eyes grew heavy, her body shock with small tremors from the cold, â€œIâ€™m sorry for what I have done.â€<br/><br/>â€˜Sorry? He was fucking sorry?â€™ Her hands clenched into weak fists around the wool of the cloak surrounding her, â€œHateâ€¦ Youâ€¦â€ The words were quiet and weak but filled with venom she didnâ€™t know she possessed. She wanted to hit him so badly, wanted to make him hurt like she was right now but already her vision grew blurry and when her eyes closed they stayed that way.<br/><br/>She saw some things every once and a while, trees going by, the sound of people in the streets, a door opening, and then being placed on something soft and warm. She shivered under the covers but it was still a lot warmer than it had been outside. She groaned softly as she forced her eyes to open and willed them to remain that way. She didnâ€™t know how long she had slept for but she was still sore, warmer, but sore. She liked having the blankets wrapped around her and the small amount of safely they made her feel threatened to pull her back into the darkness of sleep. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and when the blanket slipped she quickly pulled it up to cover herself once more. She looked through stinging blurry eyes at the obvious human bedroom with a fire roaring in the hearth. Sitting at the edge of the bed was Adam. He looked so sad and upset sitting there with his head in his hands but she forced herself not to forget that he had taken everything from her, just as he had promised.<br/><br/>Her leg shot out, and even though it made her grit her teeth from the pain she landed a kick that knocked the unsuspecting warrior off of the bed, â€œI donâ€™t want you anywhere near me.â€ She growled angrily, a storm was already brewing outside from her extreme emotions. It seemed that the strange connection to storms had not left with her immortality then. It was strange but she would ponder it later. She felt thirsty and weak, which was not good when so close to ones enemy. It was funny how he had ignited such fire inside of her days ago but now she forced herself to feel nothing but cold. She had to find a way to return to Valhalla and warn her sisters, and father. Deep down she knew that if she tried to contact the two gods they would ignore her call thinking she would plead for her return. She wanted to return home badly but she knew that would never happen.