Horizon Ridge On a rush of angel wings

I don't even know what's happening right now. xD

Ragnar gave a curt nod to her confirmation that they were good thoughts, though he wasn’t exactly sure what to make out of her thoughts lingering upon him. “You have been very busy,” Ragnar murmured in thought, having, of course, noticed her activeness for himself. “It is a heavy burden being the only medic,” It was an observation drawn exclusively from the brief study of her face and her words. “but most of us are healed now,” His oceanic gaze whisked from her face to glimpse for a brief moment at her sides though there was not much physical evidence of her pregnancy yet. “You are carrying, you should be resting more.” Of course it was hard for her to do that, he understood, when so many relied so heavily upon her. “If you exhaust yourself and don’t take care of yourself and the children growing within you, you run the risk of losing them as Dagmar did.” He did not mean to bring up his ex-mate (one of them anyway) to restart their bickering about how he had handled her miscarriage and terminated their marriage. Ragnar was no expert at pregnant women, having only been around a few but it seemed logical.

The Viking wasn’t certain why he was suddenly so concerned for Thistle and furthermore her children’s well being, but it was there, like a fist in his chest made of ice and iron refusing to lift it’s pressure. “I will accompany you, if you’d like to go and gather some. It’s a beautiful day, and I am more than capable of protecting you.” Pump could handle the borders while he was out with Thistle, of that Ragnar had no doubt. If anything their patrols had seemed to become something of a competition with one another, eluding to the fact that maybe Pump had came to the same conclusion as him: they would be eventual rivals. It occurred to him in that moment while he lingered upon the thought that perhaps that was why she had not yet given him the Beta rank he had been working diligently towards.

“I can’t tell you that I think he wouldn’t I don’t know him,” Ragnar spoke, sensing that the thought of the darkness that seemed to plague their pack-mate bothered Thistle, maybe more than she was willing to admit. “Do you care for him, this Kennedy?” Ragnar asked suddenly, Caribbean blue gaze unwavering as it lingered upon her own deep azure eyes. “As a wife would care for her husband, I mean? Love?” He corrected, selfishly hoping that she told him ‘no’ with a fierceness that would have surprised the savage if he had not known how he was and already ascertained his “feelings” as nothing more than lust because that was all he had come to expect of himself. The thought that she might have bothered Ragnar much more than he frankly cared to admit.