wrinkled her nose as she followed the scent of a good pot of coffee. She was suppose to find Astrid but somehow ended up at a house that looked at lot like Sve's old one.

had his door open, just letting his screendoor keep the bugs out. He had no idea someone had came to his door.

wandered in quietly, curious if her Sve was there. She usually though the house was empty and slowly made her way to the kitchen where the aroma was coming from.

stopped in mid reach as he heard the screen door close. He was a little bit confused at the sound. Setting the mug down he turned and blinked as he was faced with the blond female. ".. Y' lost?"

tilted her head out of mild curiosity. " Nej." She looked around for a bit before frowning mildly. " Have you seen a woman by the name of Astrid here?"

shook his head, he looked slighty more confused. "Mnmm. I don' know 'nyone by that name."

blinks and nods, " Okay." She smiled after, " The coffee you made smells good." She complimented before starting to leave seeing she had nothing else to do here.

raised his eyebrow. "Not t' be rude.. But who are y' 'nd why are y' in m' house?"

stopped in her tracks as she carefully answered his questions, " I'm-...Dorthe." She had a better look at him, scanning him from head to toe. " And I'm looking for my sister."

made no attempts to move, nor did he take on any threatening stances. "Ah.. Good luck findin y'er sister." He was looking her over too, her wild hair and her eyes were very familiar.

didn't have any ill intentions towards him. " Tak." She shrugs and slowly left the house, limping away as per usual as she wondered where her sister would be.

"What happened t' y'er leg?" He asked her after seeing her limp.

looked down at her leg, " Oh. I caught it on a net while swimming." She shrugs. " It cut a tendon and since I didn't treat it in time."

nodded a little bit. "Did y' cut y'erself?"

nods, " Ja. I'm a bit of a clutz sometimes."

nodded. "did y' clean it?"

nods again, a little curious about his questioning. " Ja...I guess." She wasn't very good because it was hard to reach it.

sighs to himself and motions to the kitchen. "Go sit down.. 'll clean it for y' 'nd then y' can go.. It'd be unfortunate t' lost y'er leg.." He turned and headed to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

seemed more confused by his generosity but went along since he was an interesting fellow. She plopped herself at a seat by the table, wrinkling her nose again at the smell of coffee.

came back to the kitchen, setting the first aid kit down. "Do y' want a cup?"

raised a brow, " May I?" She didn't know if she was allowed to seeing she had just wandered into the house randomly.

nods, getting her a mug and pouring her some coffee. "What do y' take in it?" He asked her.

watched him as she smiles, " One cream, no sugar. I like bitter things." She was different from the other Dane after all.

nods handing her the cup. "Let's see y'er leg." He said as he bent down looking at the cut on her leg. "Y'er like m' brother. He never cleans his wounds."

held the cup carefully with both hands after accepting it. " Ah really?" She had the cut wrapped and made sure there was at least no infection where she could see. " What's your brother like?"

"Loud, shorter than me, kind 'f obnoxious.." He shrugged. "He's older then me though." He cleaned and redressed her wound. "What's y'er sister like?"

thought that it resembled someone she knew well. " Astrid looks bookish but she's tall and quiet. Kind of intimidating but to me she looks more constipated than scary when she looks at people." She joked.

nods at that, looking away because he almost wondered what his face looked liked to her. "Sounds kind 'f like me, but 'm told I jus' look scary." He finished bandaging her leg and stood up. "There."

shrugs as she sipped away at her cup. " Tak." She carefully moved her foot out of the way after. " You don't look that scary to me but you might to others kinda like my sister."

nods a little. "True.. ah, 'm Berwald by the way.." He remembered he never told her his name.

nods, " Nice to meet you Berwald." She didn't like coercing people for their names.

gets himself a cup of coffee taking it black as well. "Y'er Danish, ja?"

smiles cheekily to him, " Was it that hard to tell?" She wondered aloud before taking another sip of coffee.

shrugs. "M' br.. friend 's Danish. Plus y'er accent 's diff'rent from mine."

might have picked up on his mistake but didn't comment on it, " I guess that makes plenty of sense."

nods quietly. "Y' said y' were lookin for y'er sister, 's she Danish too or Swedish?"

smiles as she looked up from her cup, " Swedish. Sounds odd huh?"

raised an eyebrow. "Kind 'f... Ja. But there 's such thin's as adoptions. So 's not that odd."

shook her head innocently, " She's not adopted. We're related by blood."

raised an eyebrow. "... Ah.. That's diff'rent then, hm?"

nods, " Mhmm."

tried to think of a way to justify that in his mind. "Hm.. Why did y' pick m' house t' come int' 'nyway, Dorthe?"

smiles knowingly, " It's usually empty before you appeared here and my sister used to live in a house almost identical to this one, even on the inside."

raised an eyebrow slightly, he put on a very small smile. ".. Must be a Swedish thin'."