[b]Aurland[/b]

Ylva was lost in thought while wringing out her wet hair. She wasn't exactly in the mood for a chat; barely listening to the girls words but the excitement in them made her smile. Over the last while it had become difficult for her to evoke those emotions. It was the same kind of enthusiasm she had felt shortly before she had begun her work at the front line. But then - things had gone terribly wrong, and Ylva couldn't help but blame herself for a part of it. She would have to try harder this time.
The girl – Aimee was her name, wasn't it? – had stopped speaking by now and looked expectant. Hadn't her last sentence been a question? Ylva knew she should introduce herself, but it was probably better if she didn't talk too loudly about her profession, people asking her to perform magic was the last thing she wanted.

“Ylva. Ylva Sørensen.” She replied briefly. “I'm here for watching your back.”