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Tormund looked down at her, his wild red hair lashing across his face. His voice came out low and gravelly.
"If this is it, woman... if the dead cunts take us tonight..." He cupped her cold face with one massive, rough hand. "You gotta know somethin'. You're the best fuckin' thing that ever happened to this ugly ginger prick. Better than giants, better than mead, better than every stupid story I ever told. I'd rather freeze my balls off with you than live a hundred years without ya."
Runa's eyes were wet, but she didn't cry. She just grabbed a handful of his beard and yanked him down so their foreheads bumped together.
"You talk too fuckin' much," she whispered, voice cracking. "But I love you, you loud bastard."
Tormund barked a rough, broken laugh and kissed her hard - desperate, messy, tasting of smoke and blood and fear.