While he held Kara and waited for her to waken, Hallbjorn had time to take in the wonder of her turning into a creature of flame. He wondered whether that was a singular blessing or some ability that she possessed due to her royal blood. And he marveled too at being made whole so quickly. It would have taken days to regenerate to the point of being whole again. Days of pain and suffering. The Berserker was not a man to shy away from pain. But still, what his mate had done for him was an uncommon thing.<br/><br/>Kara woke and she spoke for a long time about everything she had experienced and learned. Hallbjorn held her tight throughout. When at last her rumbling stomach interrupted and she asked about the pie, he gave her an amused smile. She wanted pie for breakfast? As far as Hallbjorn was concerned she could have whatever she wanted.<br/><br/>"The pie is still there." Hallbjorn told his mate. He pulled the covers back off of both of them, and he got up, nestling Kara to his chest. One arm went under her knees and the other around her back, supporting her body that way. He carried her down in the kitchen and set her in one of the chairs. Then he fetched the pie out of the fridge and fetched a plate, knife and fork. He cut a very large, generous piece - he cut a whole quarter for her - for Kara, and set it in front of her. Before she could attack it, though, he picked her back up and took her place on the chair, sitting her down on his lap with his arms around her waist. Then she was free to take on the piece of pie at her leisure.<br/><br/>"When you are finished, would you like to take blood?" Hallbjorn asked softly, raising a hand to brush Kara's hair away from her neck and shoulder. He dipped his lips and kissed just below her ear, and then righted himself. His arm returned to join the other around her waist. The large man did not have the mark of her fans on his body and he wanted that back. He wanted to reaffirm that connection with her.