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The first time Vilkas saw her, it was because she had given him the false hope that the crazy man in front of the statue near Jorrvaskr was finally shot with an arrow. He had gone out to investigate upon noticing the silence that was usually pierced by his shrieking, a secret excitement shattered when he realized that he wasn't dead. He was talking excitably to her, and she was eagerly listening to every word he had to say. She was perhaps the only one who ever wanted to talk to him, or even stopped to listen for more than two minutes.

He could tell immediately that she was a Nord, possessing long locks of dark hair and wore a simple green dress. Vilkas stood and watched her and the crazy man exchange conversation before he decided to step in to give her an excuse to escape his ranting about Talos.

As he neared her, a man rushed to her grabbing her wrist, and scolding her for wandering off again. She had laughed at him, telling him that she was fine and that a little wandering did nobody harm. Before Vilkas could make any sort of statement to her, the man had her hand in his and half-dragged her away.

But he saw her the next day. He didn't notice her right away, it was Farkas who saw the young Nord. As he inquired about some fruit for the Companions from Carlotta, Farkas had wandered to her seat on a rock near Carlotta's small stall. When Vilkas turned to talk to his brother, he found that he wasn't beside him anymore. It only took a minute to find his brother, and even less time to join him at his side.

"So you're new here?" Farkas was asking her.

"Yes," she replied with a huge smile. Her dark hair was blocking most of her face, and she didn't seem bothered by it. The man from yesterday quickly rushed over to them, making a fuss over her.

"Who are you two? Lilith, why must you insist on keeping your hair in your face like that? Come on, we have food that will be delivered to our door later," he said, grabbing her hand. She pulled away and scowled.

"Calm yourself, Jon. You worry too much," she told him. The other Nord reached for her hand again, only to have her smack his.

"I'm Vilkas," he introduced himself. "And this is Farkas. We're with the Companions."

"I'm Jon, and this is Lilith," the man introduced himself. He was a tall, blond man in dark clothing. "I'm sorry, but we must be going."

"Why?" Lilith questioned him. "I want to hear stories from the Companions!"

"Another time, Lilith," he reached for her hand again, and she pulled away.

"You do not need to hold my hand," she said. "I can walk by myself."

"I'm supposed to take care of you," he replied, reaching once more.

"I am not delicate!" Lilith whined, finally giving in and not pulling away from his touch, allowing him to intertwine their fingers.

"Are you two married?" Farkas asked, staring at their hands. Jon chuckled.

"No, I'm merely taking care of Lilith until her father returns," he explained. "He's in the army."

Farkas nodded understandingly. Jon looked down at Lilith with a smile and moved some of the dark locks from her face with his free hand. Vilkas could then see why he needed to care for his female companion. Her eyes showed hints of once being a bright blue, but were clouded over and focused on nothing. He tugged on her hand, and she reluctantly stood.

"But they must have interesting stories to tell," she protested when he began to gently pull her in the direction of their home.

"If you really wish to hear some tales, I'm sure our Harbinger won't mind you joining us for dinner one night," Farkas told her. This made her smile brightly. Vilkas gave him a Look as she was half-pulled away. "She's blind, and judging by Jon, he doesn't allow her much excitement. Just humor her and let her hear a few stories."

"Icebrain," Vilkas scoffed. "You'll just raise her hopes about things she can never do." Farkas gave a surprised look, obviously having never thought of this.

"Oh."

"Oh is right. Now come on. We have bandits to kill."

Vilkas and Farkas finally returned to Jorrvaskr later that evening.

"Where's Kodlak?" Vilkas asked Tilma. She smiled sweetly at him and handed him a slab of cooked meat.

"You need to eat more, you need your energy," she scolded lightly in a motherly way. "And he's outside in the courtyard, dear."

Vilkas thanked her before shifting to look at Farkas, who had sat down next to Torvar with a plate of food. He took a bite of the meat Tilma gave him as he opened the back door to the courtyard.

Kodlak had his shield up, preventing blows by...Lilith? Vilkas briefly browsed before his gaze rested upon Jon sitting in one of the chairs with a cup of mead. He took a seat near him, and Jon nodded towards him.

"Is that Lilith?" he asked. Jon nodded.

"After meeting you two, she begged me to come down here," he explained. "And when Lilith begs me for something...I don't have the strength to tell her no. Brought her down here to check the place out, maybe hear a story from one of the Companions. Before I knew it, the Harbinger himself was offering to teach her how to use a blade."

"Kodlak's like that. He believes anybody with a fire burning in their heart has the potiental to be a Companion. Even the blind," Vilkas told him. Jon nodded, taking another sip of mead from his cup. Vilkas chewed on his food silently as they watched Lilith deliver blows, with a steel sword, pausing to hear advice and instruction from Kodlak. "You know, it's good for her to know some basics on self-defense."

"That's what I figured," Jon agreed. "One day, I might not be able to protect her. Things happen."

They sat in silence, watching the two. Jon refilled his cup, lazily putting a foot up on another chair as Lilith took another swing at Kodlak, who blocked it. The elder grinned, encouraging her blows.

A half hour passed before Kodlak and Lilith stopped. The girl ran up to Jon, excitably chattering away. Jon smiled at her, sitting up straight and taking his foot off the chair.

"Now that you saw Jorrvaskr and got a nice little training session, you ready to head home and stay home for a bit?" Jon asked.

"Actually, Lilith's arm is surprisingly very strong and sure," Kodlak spoke up. Vilkas felt his eyes widen in shock.

"You're not considering..."

"Yes, I am, Vilkas. The Companions is open to those with a firing burning in their hearts," he replied. "And this lady has a fire burning furiously."

Even though her eyes were clouded, Vilkas could see them sparkle. Jon immediately shook his head.

"No," he said. "No, no, no, no, no. She cannot venture out by herself, her father would have my hide if something were to happen."

"I would never let her go out without a Shield-Brother or Sister," Kodlak reasoned. "And I assure you that I will not and would never dream of giving her anything I know she could not handle."

Jon looked doubtfully at Kodlak before looking at Lilith, who's face was directed towards his, his shirt sleeve clutched in her hands.

"I...I...," he mumbled, shifting in his seat. "I'm not...You promise she will receive nothing she could not handle?"

"And I promise you anything that would require her to carry a blade, she would have a Shield-Brother or Sister to watch her back," Kodlak told him.

"Then...alright." Lilith squealed in excitement and threw her arms around his neck. "But one bad injury. One injury that is even the slightest longer than an inch, a cut that is any deeper than a scrap and any bruise bigger than my thumb, and you will retire from Companion life and stay in Breezehome. Is that clear?"

"Yes!" Lilith breathed, hugging him tightly. Vilkas shook his head. Kodlak was too kind for his own good. Why else would he allow this young, blind girl into the Companions? Still, Kodlak was a wise man, and Vilkas trusted the elder's judgement. He just had to hope that this one would last the week. He glanced at her form. She was pretty. And possibly useful for clearing up all the minor brawls and beatings people needed, leaving the more important work to the Companions.