"Indeed, they shall pay bitterly when the Lords of Sommerlund learn of this attack," Njall says bitterly. He can feel his sister's unnatural calm radiating from her, as though it was a physical thing. And yet, he does not know the girl, and he can not think of how to open her wounds in the manner of a healer, to allow them to bleed free, rather than like a butcher.<br/><br/>Maybe, in time, she would desire something like that. Hopefully they would be banded together in war by then. Njall had always had the trust of his commrades in arms, and he hoped that would be enough when the time came.