Hallbjorn reluctantly let Kara remove his boots for him. He righted himself while she knelt in front of him, and he cooperated as she needed him to in order to get his boots and socks off. It would be a waste of all of the effort she went through if his wounds were to open again. He listened while she told him it disturbed her to have witnessed the transformation from loving couple to bloodthirsty. He remembered how her body trembled at the sight of him. He remembered how she was afraid of him. The female overcame that fear. That time. Would she be able to again and again? The rage was an indelible part of Hallbjorn. He resolved that she would not have to. There would be no them. Once he brought her to New Orleans the task would be over.<br/><br/>His coat and shirt followed. They were more difficult but again the Berserker gave no indication of how it hurt, in order to spare Kara that and to avoid showing weakness.<br/><br/>"There is every creature of myth and legend in the Lore. Perhaps not as mortals record them, but they all exist. It would take days to list all of the types of beings who exist in the Lore." The man replied vaguely, but he hoped that it communicated the breadth of her question and why his answer had to lack something more specific. "There is a female species, the valkyrie. The most ancient of them, Nix the Ever-Knowing, sent me to protect you, and then to bring you to New Orleans. Nix is a soothsayer who sees the future more clearly than the past or the present. If you attracted her attention then it portends you have an important role to play."<br/><br/>While he was answering her the Berserker felt her fingertips lightly trace over one of the ravens that marked his back. Her touch was so soft and gentle. There was no chance that he would fail to notice her touch, though. None at all. Having her close to him as she was was not easy to bear. He felt a hidden surge of relief when she withdrew her touch and discarded his ruined shirt.<br/><br/>She returned and began to unbraid his hair. Most of it had come undone in the fight. He did not think it needed to come unbraided but he did not stop her. Inside he knew that she should be stopping her. That he should be keeping distance between them.<br/><br/>"The Accession is like a big war. One that never ends. There are periods where it is cold, and where it is hot. Every five hundred years, roughly, it turns hot and immortals fight each other. Some believe it is a population control measure, to keep the numbers of immortals in check." The Berserker explained to her. "All of the Lore will be drawn into it. Perhaps it is your fire that makes you so sought after - if you could control it and bring it to bear you would be worth a thousand fire demons." While that might have been a horrible thing to say by modern sensibilities, Hallbjorn thought it was a good thing. It was not horrifying to him that she could be a weapon of mass destruction.<br/><br/>"How are your senses? As you become immortal they should become more potent. It can be very difficult to deal with the new level of sensory input. There can also be other new changes. Your thirst for blood, for example. Other needs." The man said to her. "They should fade in time, but if I can help to cope, please let me try to help you."