The dragon had been trapped at Dragon's Reach. The plan worked flawlessly. Vignar wouldn't admit it, but it was a thing to be proud of. The Stormcloaks and onlookers entered the castle to celebrate, while Jessa remained outside talking to the beast. Ohdaviing it's name was. Farkas stood watching, ready to sink the axe, Wuuthra into the thing's skull if it tried anything. He couldn't understand how she could be so relaxed, standing within a couple feet of that fang filled muzzle, let alone calmly and patiently have a discussion with it. But that was Jessa. Always calm, always patient, always listening. He didn't like what he was hearing at all. How could she be considering setting this thing free, let alone letting it take her anywhere? How could she consider entering Sovngarde, people don't return from there. His chest tightened at the thought of losing her, breathing was difficult past the panic rising, he had to get out of there.

He headed to Jorrvaskr, to his old quarters for a drink. As he entered, Vilkas greeted him, with a smart comment about trouble in paradise. One look at his face, and he stopped. Something was wrong with Farkas, and it was not the time. As Farkas continued past him, seemingly weighed down by the weight of the world, Vilkas exchanged troubled looks with Aela.

"I warned her not to hurt him. I told her he could take care of himself in battle, but his heart…what has she
done?" He began ranting.

"Settle yourself Vilkas, you've seen them together, you know she wouldn't hurt him, she'd die first" Aela
responded, a hand on his shoulder, and a soft smile on her lips.

"And how can you be so sure of that oh wise huntress?" He asked

"Because I would die before I hurt the one I love" she answered

Vilkas relaxed a bit. He squeezed Aela's hand and smiled back as he went to follow his brother. He found Farkas sitting outside the Harbinger's room, head in his hands. He took a seat at the other side of the table and grabbed a bottle of mead, and waited. You don't push Farkas to talk, you wait for Farkas to talk. The wait wasn't long. Farkas explained everything that had transpired with regards to Jessa's Dragonborn status. What it meant, what she had to do, and what had transpired at Dragon's Reach that day.

"She's going without me. We've battled together for months, and she's going without me." He said quietly.

"Going where?"

"Sovngarde, to face Alduin, alone. Alone! I can't go with her, I can't help her, I can't protect her." He sighed,
shoulders slumping more under the worry.

"She won't be alone, Brother. Kodlak is there, our heroes of old are there. You must have faith, in them, in her."
Vilkas told him, hoping he sounded more convinced than he felt.

"People don't come back from Sovngarde Brother, we know this. We haven't had enough time, I'm not ready to lose
her…"

"You won't lose me, love"

Both brothers looked up, to find Jessa had entered quietly. Vilkas stood, gave Farkas a reassuring pat on the shoulder and walked toward his sister-in-law. He squeezed her hand, and said

"I think he needs you more than me, I'll see that you aren't disturbed"

She smiled gratefully. She heard to lock slide into place as he left the barracks area. Farkas stood as she approached him, meeting her halfway and wrapping her in his arms, holding her as if he would never let her go. They stood that way for a long time, before Jessa broke the silence.

"When I escaped Helgen, all I wanted was to get away, get to safety, and I came here. I found you. All I still
want is just to live, like normal folk live. I didn't want to be Dovahkiin, but I am, I can't escape that. I have
to do this, this war has to end, and to do that Alduin must be defeated..." She pulled back, far enough to look
into his eyes, and place her hand on his cheek.

"I promise you, I will be back, if I have to shout down the walls of Sovngarde itself and everyone in it, I'll
come back to you. We will have the life we want, the life we deserve."

Farkas bent down to get his arms around her waist, when he straightened he brought her up with him, bringing them face to face. She wrapped both arms around his neck and leaned her forehead to his.

"Then I guess I better give you plenty of inspiration to take into battle with you" he replied, voice heavy with
the emotions that were threatening to wash him away, as their lips met and he carried her into their quarters.

The months passed slowly. Farkas kept busy with the shop and The Companions between messages from his wife. Stories of Anduin's defeat were on everyone's lips and in every bard's song. Stories of Ulfric's wins with the Dragon Born at his side were almost as popular. Rumor had it a great red dragon had been seen fighting with them against Tullius in Solitude. When the final message finally arrived, Farkas smiled, and said goodybye to his brother, and his shield mates. Jessa had found them a home in Solitude, and was waiting for him there.

When he arrived, she met him at the door, a smile on her face and a flush in her cheeks, as he embraced his wife after months apart he noticed something felt…different. When they drew back, his breath caught in his throat as he looked down at her. She was wearing a simple green dress, and there was a small but noticeable rounding of her belly. He placed a large hand upon it and asked

"Are you…are we…" he started, unable to get the sentence out

"Yes love, you certainly sent inspiration with me when we parted" She smiled.

With a whoop half of Solitude likely heard, he lifted Jessa into his arms and spun her around. Jessa leaned in and caught his lips with hers, a contended sigh escaping. All of her accomplishments and adventures had rewarded her with the thing she wanted most. Life. Their life, with her own family.