Hallbjorn knew that she was crying even with her face in his chest and her silence. He could tell with his immortally sharp senses and the connection that he felt towards her. It hurt his heart that she was crying. The blond man was doing what he could as best as he could to fix that and comfort her. It would perhaps not be enough. The Berserker would not be surprised if he were found wanting in this regard.<br/><br/>When she did look up at him, the only thing that Hallbjorn lamented was the tears that still clung to her cheeks and eyelashes. He did not want his mate to. It broke something inside of the Berserker and his eyes became grey without any opportunity to stop them. The part of him that craved to remain alone as he had so far screamed for prominence so that he would not suffer this hurt at experiencing her sadness.<br/><br/>"You are mine. To protect and provide for." Hallbjorn told Kara in a soft, possessive tone. "The moment I laid eyes upon you, I knew that you were the female that fate meant for me."<br/><br/>He raised a hand and grasped Kara's wrists. His hand was so large that he was easily able to capture both of them, and he lowered them from her mouth. "You cannot drink me to death. If you drink from my flesh, you may take on my on memories and see them in your sleep. As a halfling, it is possible that you lack this ability. To take my blood in this way will not sully your eyes or afflict you with madness." His wrist remained before her, offered up with the tantalizing pearls of crimson. "I offer my flesh to your fangs freely. But it must be your choice." The Berserker told Kara.<br/><br/>"I love you Kara."