Hearth sat nervously in the safe house, the quiet only broken by the occasional shuffling of feet. He was waiting for the healer that Mimir had sent, his hands fidgeting restlessly.

Blitzen, his husband, was there with him, his hand in Hearth's, providing comfort. The dwarf's calm demeanor was a soothing balm to Hearth's anxious nerves.

The healer arrived, a soft-spoken woman with gentle hands. She introduced herself and began explaining the procedure, her voice reassuring.

As the healer began the pelvic exam, Hearth was confused. Why was this necessary? He glanced anxiously at Blitzen, who squeezed his hand comfortingly.

The healer gently told Hearth to lie down and take off his undergarments. The half-elf did as instructed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Blitzen quickly fetched a blanket, draping it over Hearth's lower body. The dwarf offered a smile to his husband, his eyes full of understanding and support.

The healer began the procedure, explaining each step as she went. She inserted a speculum, the cold instrument causing Hearth to flinch.

Blitzen held Hearth's hand tighter, whispering words of encouragement. Hearth focused on his husband's voice, trying to ignore the discomfort.

After what felt like an eternity, the healer finally finished the examination. She asked if they had any questions, her expression kind.

Just as Hearth was about to ask a question, a head appeared from the bathtub. It was Mimir's severed head, a sight that made Hearth jump in surprise.