Brynhilde had not seen this kind of determination in another's eyes save her own, but now as she stared into Mira's she could see that the woman was serious. Breathing deeply as she stared back her fingers trailed up Mira's arms, holding her wrists, "For you", she whispered softly, their faces inches apart, "I'll do this", slowly she pried Mira's fingers away from her face, before hugging the woman tightly, her arms around her. Holding her for a minute Brynhilde did not speak, simply content to hold the woman to her chest. Finally she drew away, slipping her legs off the bed, the tender aches burning from the oils. But her body feeling better then what it had hours before.