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| Thistle had departed confirming that Ragnar was quite capable of watching both Tveir and Junior, and though she wasn’t gone long the Viking settled back upon his haunches, eyes never leaving the river spewed girl, deliberating in the silence if he wanted to prod for more information than her name, like who her parents were, what pack she had came from. Those were the obvious questions to be asked but even Ragnar was a little more concerned about the goose egg she had growing on her head, and figured that their first concern should be making sure that didn’t house nasty side effects like Sveinn’s did (despite that she had given them a name), and nursing her back to health. She was someone’s child — little did he know his thought mirrored his wife’s own in that moment — and if roles had been reversed he would want someone to nurse Gyda back to health before they tried to return her. Once she was healthy then they could ask her the follow-up questions.
Currently their priorities were pretty clear: get her headache under control, keep an eye on that goose egg for a few days and make sure she ate what Ragnar thought a child of her size, he suspected she was a little older than his own, should have been eating. "Thistle," Ragnar stage whispered to his wife after she had given out an appropriate dosage of poppy seeds. They were tiny, like the Berserker mushrooms and the Viking wondered if they packed the same kind of punch. Except he had never felt tired from the mushrooms, only feverish and delirious when he came down from the high and the blood frenzy they were thought to induce. "She looks old enough to eat meat without being regurgitated, right?" He inquired proving, again, just how little he knew of small children. He was by and far used to Thistle regurgitating meat for their children even if it still made him uncomfortable and caused him to avoid feeding time for them like the his small family had the plague.
"Floki gave Sveinn the berserker mushrooms for his headaches when he suffered from his head injury," Ragnar spoke to his wife in a thoughtful tone though his eyes had never left the sopping child with those fascinating by colored eyes. Ragnar could attest for their potency that pain was not felt while under their effect of course Sveinn had been a boy grown not a young child still in toddler-ish stages. "What is your favorite thing to eat Junior?" Ragnar inquired figuring once they got her safely to the Bay and settled with Thistle and the other children he could go out and hunt something special for her to help solidify a bond of trust even though she seemed to trust them well enough. |