Cedar Sweep I dropped the berry in a stream

"Oh," mumbled Saena when Ragna indicated that her father was no longer alive. She didn't know if her own parents were alive or not, but supposing there was some relation between her and this Ragnar or some other hidden memory she couldn't recall, the news struck a chord. Her heart strings twanged uncomfortably. She was reminded of grief of her own, and unbidden the thought of her sister crept into her head. She missed Junior fiercely, but she'd been dead a long time, killed at the jaws of some creature or another.

"Walk with me?" she offered, as if Ragna didn't have better things to do. The both of them surely did, but Saena was escaping her demons and Ragna, well, perhaps Ragna needed solace from hers. "Did you know him well, before he died?" she wondered next, hopeful that she was bringing up good memories rather than bad ones. The question wasn't wholly selfless; if there was any possibility that she was related to this Ragnar, she wanted to know something of him.