Hallbjorn did not reply at first, looking over the woman's face. He did not like to see the misery in her eyes or hear her voice choked with negative motion. It did not please him. His wounds opening again was of no consequence to him. He'd spilled the blood of others on every continent on earth and on several different planes, but his own had spilled too. Losing it was not important. Pain did not bother him. But he did not really know how to relay to her that there was nothing, in his eyes, to make better.<br/><br/>The man moved one large arm from where it rested around her and gently brushed her hair away from her face with the backs of his fingers. His touch was gentle but sure, with the confidence of a strong man who knew how to use his strength completely. Then he tilted his hand to cup her face, nestling her cheek against the palm of his hand. Hallbjorn ran the pad of his thumb over Kara's lower lip, and then over her upper one in a slow, gentle progression.<br/><br/>"What is there to make better, female?" Hallbjorn asked her softly. His face remained impassive, but then he forced his expression to soften. The blue of his eyes was taken over with grey. "What is there to be sorry for, hmm?" The blond man tilted his head as he posed the second question. "You needed me to protect you. You called my name in your sleep. And did I not? Did you have any nightmares while my arms held you?" He raised his blond brows with the question. The man shifted his hand and gently tapped her nose with his forefinger. "All is well, female. All is well."<br/><br/>There was a temptation to kiss her, to let his lips know what his thumb did, but Hallbjorn did not act upon it. "Now, it is time to get up. Go shower. We had to miss the World's Biggest Cow Skull, but we can still see the World's Largest Pistachio, and wipe out the town's supply of munchies." He told her encouragingly.