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She appreciated his nuzzle and leaned into it, yet it did nothing to stem the flood of tears. How had someone gotten the better of Ragnar? It didn't make sense. She shook her head, momentarily in denial. Unless she saw the body for herself, she wasn't sure she could believe Tveir. But why on earth would her foster brother lie, particularly about something like this? Reality sank in and she began crying hard.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered between sobs, blinking at Gunnar through a blur of tears. "I know he's with his gods but where does that leave us?" she asked, her voice bereft. "How is Thistle?" she eked out between paroxysms of grief.