The Berserker was not sure what to make of Kara's half-asleep actions. It was something that he had no experience with. He felt out of his depth with it. When her hands cast around for the blankets that she had kicked to the floor, he grabbed them. But not quick enough, for the young woman decided on him instead, tugging on him and deciding to use his body for warmth with no other source in ready view. He settled into the bed at her urging, pulling the blankets along with him. The bed really was not meant for two; it was scarcely large enough for Hallbjorn. It was not long enough for him and his feet draped over the edge.<br/><br/>The large man put his arms around her, taking her into his warmth. It radiated from his body. Her shirt would be stained, but at this point neither of them cared.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn pulled the blankets over Kara to cover her where his body could not. "Shh." The Berserker soothed when she shed her single tear. He watched it trail down her cheek and saw it freeze. The man's eyes saw her lower lip tremble. She pleaded for him not to leave her. It would be the best thing for her if he did. The man cursed Nix for this job. There were so many other males in the Lore she could have found for Nix. She could have found someone who was good. "Shh." The man soothed.<br/><br/>She fell asleep again, but Hallbjorn did not. He stayed awake beside her, warming her body. The room itself began to warm again, returning to a temperature appropriate to the New Mexico clime. Though he was tempted to rise from the bed while she slept and leave her underneath the blanket he did not. Part of him said it was because she asked him, another because if he left her alone she would have nightmares again, and another . . .<br/><br/>Another part stayed because he<em>liked</em>it.<br/><br/>When Kara woke next, she would find herself in Hallbjorn's large arms, pressed against his chest. There would be blankets around her, covering her and warmed by their collective body heat. His hair would be draped over her neck and shoulders, his platinum blond mixing with her darker blond strands.<br/><br/>And when she awakened the Berserker was awake to greet her. "Good morning." The man said to her. "Did you sleep well?" While he was genuinely concerned to know the answer, he spoke with his cards close to the chest.