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Ragnar understood that for some time her injury would hinder her and he did not expect her to go out and become a world class Gamekeeper in the span of a week or anything. She was still healing and besides that obviously needed to become accustomed to operating with only one eye. As his gaze of Caribbean ice swept over her face once more, lingering a few seconds longer on her eye and knowing that the mutilation had been intentional if only because Ragnar was well acquainted with intentional mutilation and that it was unlikely the girl had done that accidentally; he almost felt bad for his own selfishness. To know that he would willingly give his eye and much more to acquire knowledge just as Odinn had. But he couldn’t bring himself to feel the full force of his own selfishness because if he would do it one day it would be his choice, whereas the girl hadn’t, likely, been given any sort of choice. Pondering over it brought the desire to inquire about the name she had called him, to ask her how it had happened in guise of: would he come looking for her here but realizing that asking her it now, so soon, might be insensitive. Of course, she might never be able to talk about it without horrid memories rising to the forefront of her mind, Ragnar reasoned, but stilled his tongue for the moment. The velveteen fur between his brow furrowed once more at the girl, whose name he still didn’t know, when she stated her condition. His first instinct was to flat out tell her ‘no’ if only because she was in no place to make any conditions with him. He hesitated, confused as to why she’d want a guardian because, technically, she didn’t need one. At six months of age wolves ceased to need their parents, or any type of guardian because they could, essentially, take care of themselves. "Nerian is a slave, child," In reality, that had nothing to do with anything as far as he could tell; and Ragnar had been meaning to give her, her freedom but had held back from doing so on the premise that she might take it badly. Slaves could still have children and Nerian had known that. But this girl wasn’t her child and unlike Junior wasn’t too young to fend for herself. "Why do you want a guardian? You are old enough not to need one." Ragnar asked her softly, for the moment looking to simply sate his curiosity before he gave any kind of final answer on the subject matter. It seemed ridiculous to him, to bog down Nerian with the further responsibility when the girl was old enough to not need a guardian but if the girl persisted and as long as Nerian didn’t mind and it wouldn’t distract her from her duties then Ragnar supposed he was left with only one option. "If healing is an interest of yours I would also recommend seeking out Thistle, my wife. She is our head Healer," Ragnar wasn’t saying that either woman’s knowledge surpassed the other’s, but if she took an interest in it, he could not see how gleaming knowledge from the both of them wouldn’t be helpful. He had found when it came to training and apprenticing it was good to learn different methods and take as much knowledge from all presented resources as possible, and in that way it would not be limited. "We do not offer anything like a …Lifeguard," As it was he wasn’t too terribly sure what a ‘lifeguard’ was other than taking the two separate components and assuming it meant someone that guarded a life. He doubted that was entirely accurate, however, so simply let his broad and scarred shoulders roll. "But we have other Trades." One of them he found to be utterly useless, beyond the premise of how it insulted him but he tried not to list it if he could get away with it. Nerian pursued it against his protestation of it because she did not believe in his Gods and Ragnar let her because he respected her and her choice to believe in who and what she wanted even if he didn’t agree.