Moonspear this is the art of breaking

Thistle watched as his shoulders relaxed, it was interesting and she herself hadn't realized he had been so anxious in her presence. It made her sad in a way. Why he would be so afraid to be around her, she wasn't sure. Was she that terrible now? Was she so depressed and broken that it was hard to be around her? Thistle also was anxious about Charon, he was becoming Rash lately and she wasn't sure if she was okay with following him completely. But she was willing to wait it out, he was young after all. 

Thistle was taken by surprise at his words and then she gave a small growl at the audacity of anyone calling her child, a true Lodbrok a coward. There was no cowardly blood in any of their veins, there couldn't be with a father such as Ragnar. You ignore that. You are just as brave as your father and more so. It doesn't matter what name you go by, or who you call your parents. Because frankly it was Ragnar and myself that gave you life. You are a Lodbrok no matter what you do, what anyone says or what name you go by. And that is a proud title to bear even if only carried by blood.

Thistle frowned again, why would he call the boy a coward. He had been a baby when he had been swept away. He couldn't help it that he didn't remember, or that he had chosen a new name. Another family had raised him.