Am I sorry for leaving you guys on a cliff hanger? Nah.

So my friend has been pestering me to get this chapter done so here it is.

I would like to ask for your favor guys. If anyone out there can draw, I would love to see your interpretation of Hana in this story. I'm terrible at drawing soo it would be awesome if someone could.

Expect a new chapter in a few days or week...

Anyway as usual, enjoy and review.

-Rosey❤❤

Everything was chaotic at once. Vilkas and Farkas had managed to carry Hana's broken body back to Whiterun. As soon as they made it to the gates, an armoured guard ran to the the Temple of Kynareth. Just making it up the stairs to the wind district, Lockan and Caesa ran towards the twins.

Vilkas could not think straight and looked down at her. Hana's face had gone deathly pale, like when they were at the inn. He wasn't listening to any of the shouts coming from all directions. All he cared about was getting Hana to Danica.

Lockan stopped shouting at Vilkas and helped lift Hana towards the temple. Her red blood running from her open wounds, covering her armour and chest. It felt like centuries had passed by the time they reach the temple.

The door opened as they approached the temple, a priest ushering them inside.

"Get her over here and strip her of her armour!" Danica commanded as she went into another room, coming back with potions and different ingredients.

Vilkas laid Hana's unconscious body on the bench, carefully placing her head down in fear that something would shift.

"Does anyone know how to use restoration magic?" the priestess asked around. Vilkas shook his head and looked back at Caesa. Her face had gone pale, shock and worry covered expressions. She nodded and walked up next to Danica and started removing her armour.

"I'm sorry Companions, but I will have to ask you to leave." Danica pushed them out of the temple. Vilkas only got one glimpse back at Hana's form before being shut out of the temple completely. She had grown paler and more bloody had seeped through, slightly covering the bench.

Everything had just happened so fast that Vilkas still couldn't get his mind to wrap around it all. He looked down at his shaking gloved hands. They were covered in blood not only from the dragon, but from Hana.

"I told you to look after her!" Lockan started shouting at him and Farkas again. Vilkas couldn't answer. His mind wasn't working and no words were able to escape his mouth. He just looked at Lockan with distraught eyes.

"Do you think this meant to happen!" Farkas growled at the older companion. "We can't help it your sister is a trouble magnet!"

"She is not a trouble magnet! She should never have gone with you two and now she will probably be dead because you didn't look out for her! She is the only family I have left in Skyrim and want to keep it that way!" At this point, Lockan's face had gone completely red with rage.

Vilkas managed to storm over to Lockan and push him on the shoulder with a large amount of force. "You don't think that we care about her too! Me and Farkas both care for her as much you do and we didn't exactly want that damned dragon to attack but it did." Vilkas was now yelling at Hana's brother, his beast blood boiling inside of him. "She is the reason she is in there right now. If she hadn't pushed me out of the way, I would probably be the one in there dying right now!

"I didn't ask for her to do that but she did! I would much rather it be me in there than your sister. Get angry all you want but we can't take responsibility for your damned sister actions!" Vilkas felt Farkas's hand rest on his shoulder, pulling him back before he started a fist fight with Lockan. Vilkas glared into Lockan's eyes and then his face. No longer was it filled with rage, but more to a sorrowful expression.

"Of course she jumped in front of you," Lockan sighed, looking at his feet. "Always looking out for others first before herself."

Vilkas's beast blood slowly calmed down, but his skin still itched and boiled for the chance to go hunt.

"Aye. The dragons tail was heading straight for me, Hana used a shouted and pushed me out of the way before getting hit. She didn't move quick enough and got hit by the dragon, hitting her head," Farkas confirmed.

Vilkas nodded in agreement and looked back at his hands. They were still shaking terribly and wouldn't stop.

"There's no use in staying here, we best make our way back to Jorvaskrr and tell people what had happened." Lockan sighed before placing a hand on Vilkas's shoulder. "I know you're worried for her, but she will be fine. She is like a weed, no matter what she keeps fighting and will always come back no matter how hard you try to get rid of her."

Vilkas chuckled slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips but then replaced with a saddened frown. He started walking towards Jorvaskrr next to Lockan and Farkas trailing behind. 'It should be me in there not her,' he fought with himself. 'If I had just moved slightly, she wouldn't have been in the road.'

"You can't beat yourself up about this Vilkas, she will be fine," Farkas said to his brother as they neared Jorvaskrr. Vilkas only nodded in response and walked to the great doors of Jorvaskrr. When he entered the hall, everyone that was inside stopped what they were doing and looked towards him.

Ria was the first one to speak up. The young imperial girl stood from the tables and rushed up to Vilkas, "What happened? Is Hana alright?" She spoke quickly and Vilkas hardly registered a thing she was saying. Thankfully his brother had a voice, "We don't know how she is until later, but she is in bad shape. As she put it, another damned flying lizard attack," Farkas tried to joke, only making a few chuckles in the room.

Ria nodded and turned back to the table, offering a seat for Vilkas. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to brother," Farkas said into his ear.

Vilkas nodded at his brother and walked across the hall toward the stairs to under the hall. He ignored any attempt of his fellow companions to make conversation with him while he walked across the hall.

Walking down the hall, his footsteps echoed off the cold stone with each step. The hall was dark with only a few candles illuminating a faint orange light. He turned the corner to his room and went inside, closing the door slowly behind him.

Guilt was eating away at his soul as he remembered Hana's small frame being flung across the plains and then go still after hitting the rocks. 'She won't die Vilkas, she won't. She can't.' he kept telling himself.

'Has this wolf gone soft?' His wolf spirit growled at him.

'I don't want to have to deal with you right now pest. Get lost.' He spat back.

'You've been fighting for too long Vilkas. You know you will have to change sooner or later.'

"No!" He yelled at nothing, his voice echoing off the stone.

His skin began to itch violently and his head began to spin. He clutched his head and stumbled back. He should have known that his wolf spirit would take advantage of him being in this state.

'Fine have it your way,' Vilkas growled at his spirit and quickly stripped of his armour and into spare clothes. He stumbled over to his door and closed it carelessly behind him. He straggled down the hall towards the stairs up to the mead hall. His vision began to sharpen even more and his hearing increased.

Trying to be as quiet as he could, he opened the door leading up to the hall and walked up the stairs trying to go unnoticed. As he reached the top of the stairs, he looked over to the table. Everyone was talking to Farkas at what had happened that night and had their attention to him. He saw Farkas have a glimpse towards his direction. He must have sensed Vilkas was suffering from his beast blood and gave him a quick look towards the door.

Vilkas nodded and walked through the back door of Jorvaskrr, closing it in a hurry.

'I'm not one for wait Vilkas,' his wolf spirit growled at him.

'Just a few more moments you wolf,' he spat back, heading toward the underforge. The sky had turned dark quickly leaving the sky to be scattered with stars and the two moons filling empty space. His skin was itching and blood was boiling in his veins when he reached the entrance to the underforge. Walking inside, it was dark and smelt of dead rats.

'Fine. You win.' He sighed to his spirit.

Instantly, he could feel his skin break underneath his clothes and quickly starting stripping them off. He cried in pain when he felt his bones began to shift and snap into different positions. He threw his clothes into a pile in the corner of the room and dropped down to his hands in knees in pain. He may be able to control his actions while in beast form, but could never get used to the pain.

His skin once tanned skin now replaced with black fur and skin. Vilkas yelled out in pain as he finished his transformation. He fell back down to all fours and breathed heavily. His senses had changed incredibly, now seeing and hearing everything.

Without a second thought, the beast with in him turned and ran for the exit of the escape tunnel and into the plains of Whiterun. As he ran on all fours, the cold wind brushed through his thick coat of fur, leaving him refreshed as he continued to run into the night.

The werewolf stopped in his tracks as he caught a scent of nearby deer not far from his position. He dropped low into the grass as possible and began to stalk his prey like the beast he was. The scent of the deer was getting stronger with each paw he placed down, stalking his prey.

The deer were in his sight, he could hear their breathing and the muffled sound of it eating grass. His black form was disguised by the night sky, helping him blend into the shadows. He was so close to the deer that he could just jump out and touch them, and that's what he did.

It was over in less than a minute. His edginess slowly went away from the hunt and had to wait off being in his form, leaving him more relaxed than he had been the entire day. Even in his wolf form, he guilt he had collected from the events during the night still ran through his mind. He stopped walking around and starred into the night sky, looking at the different constellations. He thought back to the time when Hana had told him about the different constellations that were printed into the sky.

"There's his helmet, and see along there, there's his axe. Can you see it?" She asked him.

"Aye I see it," he lied at the time, too busy focusing on her relaxed face as she looked at the stars.

Right now, he could see the constellation that Hana had told him about, the great warrior. Looking at the stars, a slow howl built up in his throat. He howled into the night sky, howling for Hana to be okay and for him to see her soon. His howl echoed across the plains into the forest. He heard another pack of wild wolves howl back in response, somewhere in the forest.

When the howls disappeared into the night sky, Vilkas's vision began to go hazy, a warning that he was going to change back soon. He turned around and headed back to the tunnel to the underforge. His paws hitting the ground softly even for his weight and size. Slightly slipping on loose rocks and avoiding any nearby guards, Vilkas ran up the tunnel and jumped to the top of the ledge in one single bound.

When he reached the centre room, his body began to spasm beneath him. His skin grew tight as he changed back to human form, his bones breaking and reshaping back into normal position.

When he had fully changed back to his normal form, breathing heavily, he walked over to his clothes and slowly put them back on. He felt slightly more relaxed than before but guilt still racked in his mind.

He left the underforge and headed back to Jorvaskrr. It was late in the night when he had returned back from hunting and didn't expect many people to be awake in the hall. He opened the doors to the hall and saw Caesa sitting by the fire talking to Lockan.

He felt their eyes fall on him as we walked further into the hall. There was no chance he would be able to sleep, mainly due to the constant worry of Hana. He walked over and joined the two friends by the fire.

Lockan stared at Vilkas intently, and nodded. He must have sensed that Vilkas had changed and heard the howl from earlier. Vilkas looked back at the fire as it danced around the wood, leaving glowing embers on the floor of the fire pit.

"How is she?" Vilkas asked in a hushed voice, keeping his head low.

He heard Caesa sighed, keeping her eyes on the fire, "She's in a stable condition. It took two healers to heal her brain and the others to work on her breaks in her body. She's asleep for now but she hasn't stirred for two hours, not moving the slightest. I'm worried that she might be in coma for a few days. I'm just praying to the divines that she wakes soon."

Vilkas nodded and heard a sniffling noise. He looked over to Caesa, her eyes had started to look glassy, and she lowered her head into her hands.

"Thank you, Vilkas for getting her here when you did," Caesa blurted out, "If you hadn't, I wouldn't have my best friend with me anymore," Caesa moved over to Vilkas and gave him a small hug.

"Aye, thank you Vilkas. And sorry for getting angry at you earlier. I was so shocked by what I was seeing I just took my anger out on you." Lockan added patting Vilkas on the shoulder. "I know how much you care for her."

"Wait how much do you care?" Caesa asked quickly, looking at Vilkas.

He didn't say anything to her, but could feel is face getting hot.

"Apparently enough for him to fall for her," Lockan chuckled, earning a glare from Vilkas.

"Well this just got interesting," Caesa smirked at Vilkas, wiping away any existence of her tears.

"Why?" Vilkas asked with his eyebrows raised.

Lockan and Caesa both burst into laughter and Lockan just looked at Vilkas and smiled. "Because she pretty much just jumped off a cliff and fell for you." Lockan laughed.

Vilkas's chest felt like it had been hit by a giants club. 'Did she really?'

"How long has this been going on for?" Vilkas asked quickly.

"Oh you know since she first met you I think," Lockan said with a chuckle, "And she hasn't been able to stay away from you it seems since she came back."

It made so much sense to him now. The way she had acted around him the past few month. How she would automatically calm down when she was near him or the fact that she hadn't threatened to kill him again.

"But what about her throwing daggers at me when I went with her to High Hrothgar?" Vilkas asked.

"She has different ways of expressing her feelings for people, and one of those ways is throwing stuff," Caesa yawned. "I'm going to head to bed, good night boys and thankyou again Vilkas."

Vilkas nodded at Caesa and turned back to the fire. Some type of weight was lifted from Vilkas's chest from hearing what Caesa and Lockan had just said. The woman he loved may as well be in love with him too. What twisted luck is that, and now the woman he loves is in a coma for who knows long.

"Don't you dare go up to Hana and just ask her to be with you as soon as she wakes up Vilkas," Lockan laughed as he got up.

"Why do you think I would do that?" Vilkas asked with an eyebrow raised.

"You're Farkas's brother, that explains enough." Lockan smiled before waving and walking towards the stairs leading to the living quarters. Vilkas just shook his head and smile softly.

Vilkas looked around at the hall, its old wooden walls basked in orange light from the fire. In the corner, Hana's pack caught Vilkas's attention. 'Farkas must have grabbed it,' he was about to head down to the living quarters but curiosity got the better of him. He walked over to Hana's pack and grabbed out her book that's he had seen her drawing in.

The front cover of the leather book, smudged with black and worn on the edges, looked like it had been with Hana for few years. He stalked back over to the fire and started flicking through each page.

Each page was different. Different land marks and forests and even people. Upon the first page of the book, a message been written. 'for those who have seen this book, it holds my most important memories and treasures. DON'T GO SNOOPING!'

Vilkas laughed at the note and looked through each page. On the page after her note where two people, a man and woman standing by each other holding hands and smiling. The detail in the picture was unreal and Vilkas had never seen such detail. The lady had short hair and was shorter than the man. What Vilkas presumed to be her husband, had short hair and had light coloured eyes. The woman in picture looked familiar and so did the man. Writing caught Vilkas's eye as he scanned the page, 'Mother and Father, will always be in my heart'. Vilkas understood now why they looked familiar.

He rememebered Hana's father mucking around with them as a kid. He never got angry at the twins or Hana and was just like a young kid himself.

Vilkas flipped through a few other pages. Each one with different landscapes, presumably ones from her travels back to Skyrim. Vilkas went turned another page and haulted, he turned back the page and saw the familiar buildings of Whiterun, from what looked like the Skyforge. 'So that was why she was up there,' Vilkas laughed to himself, kept looking through each page making sure not to smudge the drawings. From after the drawing of Whiterun, he noticed how familiar each of the drawings were.

Thanks to Hana's drawing skills, he could easily make out each place as he went through pages. Vilkas stopped when he saw a drawing of High Hrothgar, in great detail. He changed the page, looking at memories from the Monks home and her training. Think that was all she had drawn, he was about to close the book but noticed one last page smudged around the corners.

He turned the page and his mouth fell open. On the page was a drawing of a companion, in full wolf armour. That Companion was him. 'When did she have the time to draw this?' he looked at his face in the drawing and it was a rare sight of him smiling. His hair neatly brushed back and his usual war paint covered his eyes but his eyes, were the brightest detail in the picture, standing out. His posture drawn so that he had his arms crossed over his chest but somehow looked relaxed.

No wonder she always kept this book with her. She was an amazing drawer and held her most precious memories meaning that Vilkas meant something to her. He didn't see any other people in her book apart from her family.

Vilkas placed the leather book back into her bag and walked towards the stairs to the living quarters, a small smile on his face. He could not define whether he was happy or creeped out that he was in her book.

A slight realising hit him when h walked into his room. 'She could be in a coma for weeks, or never wake up.' He pushed the thought aside and laid down on his bed. His closed his eyes and tried to sleep, only having to wait a few minuted before he fell asleep.

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It had been four days since the dragon attack and Hana still was not awake. Vilkas would go to the temple each day to check up on Hana, see if she was awake. The priestess did not mind him coming every now and then, mainly due to him giving her donations towards the temple.

That morning Lockan and Vilkas walked up to the temple. There was a frozen air hanging around the city, even making Vilkas feel the cold for once. He still laughed at the reason as to why Hana's family left, her father complaining about the cold weather.

"Do you think she will wake up soon?" Lockan asked Vilkas, his voice sturdy and calm.

"I thought I would be the one asking you that. Nay, I have no idea but Danica had been saying that she has been making improvements. I don't see how, she is still asleep." Vilkas sighed as they walked closer to the temple.

"Aye, I see your point. Feel any better from transforming?" Lockan asked reluctantly.

"If it means that the wolf spirit is barking in the back of my head, then yes." Vilkas snorted.

They reached the temple and stepped inside. Warmth hit Vilkas's body instantly, warming him slightly. The old temple was filled with light and smelt strong of herbs and ingredients

"Ah hello Companions, here to see Hana again?" Danica came up them in her orange robes.

"Aye, we have. Any news about her?" Lockan nodded.

"Yes, in fact she is indeed awake but very weak. That is expected from the events that she has dealt with. I do have to warn you, she woke up screaming. Mumbling something about dragons."

Lockan and Vilkas looked at each other, concern in their eyes. Vilkas nodded thanks to Danica and walked towards Hana's room in the temple. Even though the temple was small, it managed to have a few spare beds for people in Hana's situation.

Lockan was the first to enter into Hana's room, Vilkas trailing behind him. When stood next to Lockan, he looked down at Hana. Her hair was a complete mess but her face had regained some colour back from previous visits. She was always pale, looking like she was close to death. Her once green eyes had dulled to an olive green and looked weary. She wasn't the Hana that Vilkas was used to.

"Lockan! Vilkas!" She practically yelled at them, and tried to get up but she fell back down on the bed.

"Easy there sis, you just woke up from sleeping for nearly a week. Take it easy," Lockan chuckled and sat down next to his sister and gave her a brotherly hug. Vilkas leaned against the wooden doorframe looked at the two siblings.

"I've been out for nearly a week!?" She must have realised and looked worried. Vilkas and Lockan both laughed at her reaction.

"Aye, but you haven't missed much. Now everyone is going to start refering dragons to, how did you put it, 'Fucking flying lizards.'" Vilkas laughed and Hana too started to smile at the name. Her smile was short lived and her smile faded to a frown as she clutched her head.

"Hana, do you want me to get Danica?" Lockan asked, seeing the change in his sisters expression.

"Nay, I'm fine, just my head feels like Eorland is trying to use it for a new weapon," She said while clutching her head. Vilkas walked closer to her and leaned against the side of the bed with his arms crossed.

"Danica told us that you talking in your sleep again. About the dragons again." Vilkas stated while looking into Hana's pale eyes. She dipped her head down low and froze slightly. He felt a wave of guilt rack over his body. "Sorry lass, I didn't mean to upset you or anything."

"Aye, its fine. Just the same occurring dream." She whispered.

Vilkas knew what she was talking about. The same nightmare that plagued her that night in the inn.

"Sorry to cut things short here Hana but I have to leave with Aela to Riften. Someone managed to let a Sabre into their home." Lockan chuckled slightly before giving his sister a smaller hug.

"Okay." She said to her brother as he left the room.

Vilkas sighed and looked down at Hana. She was sitting in the same position with her head lowered. Vilkas shifted from his position and sat down next to Hana on the bed, causing it to creak slightly.

"Thank you," Vilkas sighed, "For pushing me out of the way."

He looked at Hana, she lifted her head and look at him. "Well, I didn't want to haul your dead ass all the way to Jorvaskrr. Besides I don't want to lose you like.." she trailed off before she covered face with her hands.

"Like in your nightmare?" Vilkas guessed.

Her wide eyes stared up at him, thoroughly confused. "How did you know that?"

"The night in the inn. You were sleep talking again and moving around. You were talking about Alduin," he stated shifting his gaze to the floor.

"Was that all I said?" She asked, creasing her eyebrows together.

"No," he look back up at Hana, scanning her faintly pale face, "You were talking to me in to your dream, telling me to run."

He noticed that had stiffened again started running her hands through her knotty hair. She refused to look at him. "What is going on with your dream Hana?" Vilkas was now even more confused that before, the way she was acting.

She sighed but kept her eyes trained to the floor. "Each time, I end up walking the streets of Whiterun and into Breezehome. I see my family all sitting at the table but they are screaming at me. I turn around and where the front door was, its covered in fire. I run through the flame and look towards the sky. Dragons would be tearing apart the city, so I run towards Jorvaskrr. Guards would be fighting them but would end up dying.

"When I do get to Jorvaskrr, the whole roof is in flames but I still go inside screaming for everyone to get out. I find everyone outside at the back of hall firing at the dragons. I run over to you but every time, I get thrown across street. Aldiun would just be standing there, speaking in dragon tongue. The next thing I knew he was killing every one near him." Hana started sniffling and her pale eyes started going glassy.

"He always looked at me and then looked towards you. Alduin hit you, sending you flying and hitting the wall. I would scream for you to run but it would be too late and Alduin would stomp on your body."

Vilkas shifted closer to Hana wrapping an arm around her waist, drawing her closer to him. "That's a damned dream Hana. I will always be here and you should know that." Hana had placed her head on his shoulder, letting her silent tears fall down her flawless face.

"Who else would be able to admire you drawing skills." Vilkas chuckled and felt Hana push away from him.

"You looked through my!" Her face was filled with shock and not sadness.

"Aye I did. I really liked the most recent one. Of the tall Nord, maybe wearing wolf armour. Quite handsome that one," Vilkas cooed at Hana while her face went red with embarrassment. Vilkas could feel Hana shifting closer to him.

"That's very unfair, especially since I was unconscious!" She whined but was cut short when Vilkas shifted is rough hand and cupped her cheek, wiping away a stray tear rolling down her cheek.

"You shouldn't have jumped in front of that dragon," Vilkas said with a stern voice, shifting his head, slowly closing the gap between them. He looked down into Hana's green eyes, scanning her face for any fear but there was none. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't woken up."

"Why?" Hana managed to stutter out.

"Because I wouldn't be able to do this," Vilkas said and closed the gap between them, placing his lips upon hers. Her lips were soft against his own and could feel his stubble scrapping across the top of her lip. Without any hesitation, Hana started to kiss him back. Her smell intensified during kiss, intoxicating his mind. The kiss began slow and gentle but slowly progressed, all the while Vilkas roaming his hand up her back, pushing her against him. He could fel Hana wrap tiny her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

She sighed into the kiss, giving Vilkas a chance to slip his tongue into her mouth, dancing with hers.

The kiss ended way too soon for Vilkas's liking. He gasped for air slightly as he rested his head against hers after pulling away. He closed his eyes and focused on breathing but all he could smell was Hana's scent.

Hana chuckled softly as she held Vilkas's hand lightly making patterns in his palm. "How long have you been waiting to do that?" she asked quietly.

Vilkas laughed himself at how shy Hana had become just from one kiss. "When I beat you in sword play the first week you arrived." He looked down at Hana's face and saw that she was smiling. "Why are you smiling like a fox all of sudden?"

"You have no idea how long I have been waiting for that," She giggled but was cut short again from Vilkas planting another kiss on her lips. Hana ended the kiss and looked at him, with an eyebrow raised. "Will you let me say anything at all?"

Vilkas chuckled lightly and pulled Hana closer to him and onto his lap, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Its funny, if I knew you would be shy and quiet just by kissing you I would have done that a long time ago."

Hana hummed softly and pushed Vilkas slightly, "Like on the way up to High Hrothgar, after I shouted your arse to the ground and any point that you have had to carry me. Shall I continue on?" She sassed at him.

"Okay, so there were a few moments I could," it was his turn that he got cut off from talking by Hana giving him a short lived kiss.

"Annoying isn't it?" Hana laughed at Vilkas who was smiling like an idiot.

"Aye, very. Can I at least make up for those times?" Vilkas cooed.

"Thought you would never say that," Hana laughed, still playing with Vilkas's hand.

He reached up with his other hand and lifted her chin up to kiss him. It started off slow and soft and then started getting a little more rough. Vilkas broke away from the kiss and starting kissing down along her jaw, down her neck and to her collar bone. He sucked at her skin with each kiss, being rewarded with a slight moan from Hana in return.

When removed his head from her shoulder, he could see in the dim light that small red marks trailing down her neck.

"Vilkas! I don't need everyone to see those! They're going to think if some kind of bar whore not their legendary Dragonborn!" she squealed at him.

"But your my little legendary Dragonborn," Vilkas chuckled.

"Am I yours now?" She cooed.

"Don't you want to be?"

"I never said that, I would gladly be yours if that means I get to shout your arse to the ground."

"Deal." He didn't know what type of deal it was but as long as she was his, he was happy.

For the first time, he noticed at how tired Hana looked, even after sleeping away four days away. Her chocolate hair was a tangled mess but he couldn't care less. He was just happy that Hana was awake.

"For someone who just slept for four days, you look bloody tired still." Vilkas stated.

"Well I for one feel it, now can this little dragonborn of yours sleep?" She asked, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Of course you can, if you want I will come by later on this afternoon and see if your well enough to come back to Jorvaskrr." He nodded and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"You just want me back at Jorvaskrr as soon as possible don't you?" She wiggled her eyesbrows at him making him laugh even more.

"Go to sleep little fox," He kissed her on the lips again, squeezing her hand slightly. "I'll be back this afternoon."

"You better be," Hana yawned and closed her eyes. In a matter of seconds she fell asleep.

Vilkas laughed quietly and left the room, closing the door behind him quietly.

"Well wasn't that adorable," A voice erupted, making Vilkas jump a little. He knew exactly who it was.

"Hello again Gracell." Vilkas said with out any emotion.

"No 'Hi Grace! Its been so long!' I'm truly offended." She whined. Vilkas looked up and saw that the Breton thief was perched on one of the rafters in the temple, her ashy blonde hair falling flailing in the air as she hung upside down.

"So you should be Grace," Vilkas laughed at the girl, whose expression darked and her eyes narrowed down at him.

"About time you and Hana hooked up. I swear if you hadn't done that, Farkas and I would have locked you two in a room together until you had." She shrugged and jumped down from the rafters.

"How long have you been here for?" Vilkas asked while crossing his arms.

"Long enough to see the make-out fest. I got here in Whiterun a few hours ago, running…. errands if you wish to call them that. I heard from one of the townsfolk that the 'unbeatable' dragonborn managed to get herself pummelled by a beast she is meant to kill."

"Aye, sounds about right."

"And the flying lizards. Trust her to come up with something like that," Gracell laughed echoing through the hall.

Vilkas laughed himself and started walking towards the door. "You coming might midget?"

"Already on it wolf, and yeah I know. I'm not stupid." Grace smirked next to him as he opened the door.

"I figured as much. Tell a soul and I will hand you over." Vilkas threatened.

Grace sighed and looked a head. "Looks like you don't have to."

Three guards came running towards Vilkas and Grace. Their weapons and shield drawn in front of them.

"Companion. I ask that you leave while we deal with this sneak-theif here." One of the gaurds bellowed.

"What did you do this time?" Vilkas looked down at the Breton who justed shrugged and smiled.

"I'll take care of this one sir, she can clean the whole of Jorvaskrr with Tilma," Vilkas sighed and shook his head. "I'll pay off her bounty."

Vilkas handed the gaurds a pouch of gold and glared at Gracell.

"Now I wish that I had done more things, knowing that you would have to pay it off." Grace laughed hysterically.

"I wasn't kidding, your cleaning until Hana is allowed back at Jorvaskrr." Vilkas smirked back and walked towards the hall.

"Ahaha you're joking right?"

"Nay, I'm not." Vilkas laughed. "I could always convince Hana to stay at the temple longer."

Vilkas could hear the thief stomp behind him. "You have a cruel sense of humour Vilkas. I don't know how Hana tolerates you."

Vilkas chuckled and looked down at Grace, "And the same for you. You are the definition of a pain in arse Grace."

"Thankyou. Thank you very much," She smirked back.

Vilkas rolled his eyes at the midget and walked on towards Jorvaskrr, a slight bounce in his step. Walking up the steps to Jorvaskrr, he could hear Heimskr preaching about some nonsense as usual in front of the statue of Talos.

He opened the door into Jorvaskrr, allowing Gracell to come inside and he followed.

"I know this place! I stole from it not that long ago!" Grace yelped and jumped back a bit when Vilkas glared towards her.

"Of course you did thief," Vilkas growled.

"Grace! You're back" Farkas's voice rang through the hall.

"Aye I am, I missed our late night chats about the two of them," Grace said while pointing at Vilkas.

"Aye, me too," Farkas said as he walked over to Vilkas, lifting a paw onto his shoulder, "How is she?"

"She's awake and well," Vilkas nodded and smiled at his brother, "She's sleeping for now but she should be able to come back to Jorvaskrr later this afternoon."

"I wonder why," Grace rolled her eyes, "you were snogging her half of the time you were there."

Vilkas looked at his brother who had a dark eyebrow raised. "Snogging?"

Grace burst into laughter at his brother while Vilkas's face went red.

"Have you never heard of that before?" Grace said with a smirk. She reached up on her tiptoes, Farkas having to bend down for Grace to whisper something in his ear.

"Vilkas you sly dog!" He laughed at his brother.

"That's it Grace. Tilma! You have an extra pair of hands for a few hours!" Vilkas yelled, his face dusted with red.

Farkas laughed at his brothers state, nudging Grace slightly. "What did you do?"

"It's what she didn't do," Vilkas glared at her and pushed her off towards Tilma who was smiling. The old lady had been at Jorvaskrr since he arrived when he was just a child.

"You know me too well Vilkas," Grace winked before she turned and started talking to Tilma.

Vilkas rolled his eyes and started walking towards the stairs leading to the living Quarters. He could hear his brother walking behind him and turned. "Yes?"

"That would explain why you were gone so long Vilkas," Farkas laughed at his twin as they both walked down the stairs together. " In all seriousness, I'm happy for you but also Kodlak was asking for you. Don't know what the old man wants."

Vilkas sighed and nodded, "I swear if he thinks Grace should join the Companions, I'm fleeing this place."

Farkas laughed at his brother, patting him on the shoulder, "Since when are you the joking type?"

"Don't push it Farkas."