[hr][hr][center][b][h3][color=#a81a75]Runa Johansson[/color][/h3][/b][img]https://i.postimg.cc/7YrrpX7R/moodboard-Runa.png[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Hotel Valhalla - Feast Hall of the Slain 
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Runa shrugged her shoulders slightly. She did very much like the idea of going to her room, it felt like a safe space in this hotel of the undead. However, she didn't want to inconvenience Nadia - she didn't want Nadia to feel like she was some fragile piece of glass that had to be handled gingerly and carefully. As much as she hated the crowds, she could deal with it - the same way she was sure that Nadia had to deal with Runa's own odd and peculiar behaviors. She tried to force a smile as Nadia reassured her that they would be fine, but Runa wasn't convinced. Nadia couldn't know that. 

	Nothing was guaranteed anymore. 

	[color=#a81a75]"I think I lost my appetite,"[/color] Runa said quietly. The crowds really were horrible, especially with the knowledge that if anyone here got angry, they could kill her and... and that would be it. Death would be permanent this time. There would be no resurrections - no second chances. It felt almost like a cosmic joke, throwing her into this bizarre afterlife only to threaten to take it all away. It only helped a little bit to hear Lara more or less echoing the same fear, asking Arnora if this had ever happened before. The sleepover suggestion sounded like a good idea... as long as the group wasn't too large. 

	Runa's cheeks blushed red as one of the valkyries came over and she pretended to be very interested in her hands, squeaking out a, [color=#a81a75]"fine."[/color]