"Right.." Anja mumbled as Decimus left. Anja had never been to the Bannered Mare -- not that she didn't want to, she just never needed to. The mead hall, Jorrvaskr, had been her home for a long, long time. Why go to an inn when you've already got warm bed and plenty of mead? There really was no point. She appreciated the offer, but declined. Her eyes fell back down, and she was once again able to hear the tinkling sound of the healing spell, which golden trail her eyes followed down to the unconscious girl. She then looked to the priestess, then nodded. "When she wakes, let her know that I went to Jorrvaskr, and that she should pop in if she wants to talk over a drink." The priestess nodded, then Anja exited the temple.
As she stepped outside, Anja took in a deep breath of the frigid Skyrim air. She could taste the honey on the wind, carried from Honningbrew Meadery. The air stung the insides of her lungs it was so cold, but this made her grin: Skyrim was her home, and she was proud to be a Nord. Something about the harsh and snowy terrain left her feeling warm and fuzzy inside. Not something a warrior like herself would normally say, or even think, but it was true. She was about to advance towards Jorrvaskr when she saw something. Someone. She didn't know. A black and red colouration that seemed out of place -- a figure that didn't belong. Her light cerulean eyes narrowed in an attempt to clearly, but it didn't help. She made herself believe that she had just been seeing things, but had a feeling that there really was something there. Little did she know, that figure would sneak inside of the temple and steal away the girl that she had just saved.
In quick strides, Anja made her way to Jorrvaskr. Her strut seemed determined -- with purpose. She had a kill that the guards had lugged for her, and a battle to boast about. She was always considered the 'pup' of the lot. This was something that bothered her, so she liked proving herself whenever she could. "That's amazing, pup," is what Skjor would say to her in the driest, most dull of ways after she'd tell him about the three wolves that she took on at once. Even Aela would do the same. Aela had taught her to hunt, so for Anja's first few kills, she'd make like some over-enthusiastic parent and act way too excited about it. It bothered Anja, but she knew that Aela was trying, so she understood. But she made a huge kill this time. And she couldn't wait to tell them about it. A grin spread on her full, soft pink lips as she pushed through the doors of the mead hall. "I'm ho--.." was all Anja managed to say before the sight of what lay before her froze her in her steps.
Aela, Skjor, Farkas, Vilkas, Ria, Athis, Njada, Torvar, Vignar... all of them were circled around a body that was sprawled out before the dining table. It felt like her heart stopped completely. After a shiver arched and rolled up her spine like some sort of awakening, she spoke: "No..." she whimpered as her bottom lip began to quiver, "No...!" She quickly stripped herself of her armour to her street clothes before dashing over to the dead body of Kodlak. As she fell to her knees at his side, she clutched onto his shoulders, then leaned down to sob into his chest. Kodlak was like a father to her. For all the cared, he was her father. He took her in when she was just a wee pup... taught her how to fight, how to wield a sword, and what it meant to be a Companion. She loved this man. Shudders and shivers racked small Anja's slender frame as she clutched onto the man, holding on as if she believe that squeezing him tighter would somehow bring him back.
The sobbing stopped. The others had left a long time ago, grieving in their own ways in different parts of Jorrvaskr. But, Anja had stayed by Kodlak's side, clutching onto him like what seemed for dear life. Her head was laid against his chest, and her eyes were closed. She was silent. The mead hall was silent. And not another sound was made that night within the walls of Jorrvaskr.