Ravensblood Forest the eye of odin

Thistle was no fool she knew she and Ragnar were two totally different beings and that their views, opinions and upbringings were vastly different. However, unlike most who sought relationships like that she and he fit together like a puzzle piece. It made her life. She was unsure if it had something to do with her own spitfire tendencies or perhaps it was her gentler nature that appealed it certainly helped that she was not ugly she supposed.

Thistle knew very well the reverence Ragnar held for the forest in a way she did too. And though in other cases she would have offered to bunk down in the forest, she was loathe to do so right now. One being that she was far too large to sleep in the open if that bear decided to come near them. Two being that regardless to whether or not he was sick he had duties and she did too and they needed taking care of by one or the other if the other was sick. So she kept her mouth quiet for that sake, though she wished that she could offer him the chance to stay there asleep beneath the boughs of the large trees that adorned the forest.