Goldilocks ate the porridge, killed the bears

Thistle Cloud saw Ragnar limping towards her and she sighed she should have known he would get hurt. The man had no qualms about giving her tiny heartattacks and he had no qualms about pain either. If he could battle he was happy and she had realized that quickly. He was an action based man, not content to sit idly by especially when there was a chance for an adrenaline fueled fight. They should have monthly warrior competitions or something for him and the other males to burn off energy and their testosterone levels.

She bent down and pulled out the aloe vera, the bergamot and the cobwebs and motioning to him with a paw and a raised eyebrow spoke quietly Come on you lets get you fixed up? Is anyone else hurt or just you viking? She wasn't really expecting an answer and she met him halfway to fix the wound so it would not fester.