Exile's End: Day 5

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Summary of Events:
Chapter 9:
Thårijn and his brother Bæjern had a rather pleasant discussion and Bæjern admitted that he actually felt that Thårijn was his brother, they even compared their faces in a mirror and Thårijn noticed the resemblance for himself. Æliyäu dreamed of a different voice and was told by the voice that had called him that the different voice was the voice of the one who was to be the Låstbøn.
Chapter 10:
Thårijn finished the construction of his sword in the forges and helped Äthelröd to begin constructing his, and also looked forward to making more weapons for himself. Æliyäu went to visit Helännä in the evening and encountered Thårijn, and talked with Helännä about him and the upcoming journey of their people home. Thårijn then put Bæjern to bed after Æliyäu left, as Bæjern had fallen asleep in the main room, and Thårijn wondered about something he'd seen earlier in Æliyäu's face.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Softly Æliyäu opened the door and stepped inside. A lamp was glowing beside Helännä, and a figure was already sitting at her side, broad, masculine shoulders silhouetted by the lamp between him and Helännä.
Helännä moved her head and made eye contact with Æliyäu. A smile crossed her face and the man moved slightly.
"Æliyäu, come," Helännä said.
Feeling slightly hesitant, Æliyäu strode forward and moved around the foot of Helännä's bed. The man looked up at Æliyäu and recognition hit him so hard he nearly collapsed. The young man with the ice-blue eyes who had headed off nigh instantly to get metal for his sword and left his young, bemused assistant to be told the good news by Æliyäu.
A young man, noble of face, one who indeed looked to be a son of Øbjen, save for the paleness of his eyes and the darkness of his hair. He also bore a strong resemblance to Helänä. Was this Thårijn?
"Is something the matter Æliyäu?" Helännä asked.
"No," Æliyäu replied. "I, I just feel as if I'm interrupting."
"No," the young man replied, sounding as if he felt out of place. "I was just leaving."
"Good night Thårijn," Helänä said.
"Good night mother," Thårijn replied. He then rose quickly and strode out of the room swiftly, almost as if he were stealing out into the night. There was something about his voice too. Æliyäu hadn't heard enough of it to be sure, but he wanted to investigate it.
"Sit down Æliyäu, you seem odd tonight," Helännä said.
Æliyäu startled slightly and then took up the seat that Thårijn had recently vacated.
"Does something bother you this night?" Helännä asked.
"No," Æliyäu replied. "I, well, I did not realize that was your son Thårijn."
"Yes, he looks quite dissimilar to Øbjen," Helännä said.
"Dissimilar?" Æliyäu asked, surprised. "I felt he looked quite like Øbjen."
Helännä looked at Æliyäu with an incredulous expression. "How so?" she asked.
"I, I can't say for sure," Æliyäu replied. "But, he looked a nobler version of Øbjen, almost what I would perceive Øbjen looking if it was he were a kinder man, and a king. I would almost say that he is what Øbjen could have been, in a way."
"Yes, Øbjen could have been kinder," Helännä said. "But he was not, and still ceases to be, unfortunately.""