six of crows | n i n a & m a t t h i a s
He buried his face in her hair. She felt his lips move against her ear when he said, “I never want to see you like this again.”
“Do you mean the dress or the cell?
A laugh shook him. “Definitely the cell.” Then he cupped her face in his hands. “Jer molle pe oonet. Enel mörd je nej afva trohem verretn.”
Nina swallowed hard. She remembered those words and what they truly meant. (…) It was the vow of the drüskelle to Fjerda. And now it was Matthias’ promise to her.