Her offer to deal with Ragnar for him made him feel like he was hiding behind her though the both of the knew that it wasn't the case. His reluctance wasn't because he in any shape or form feared his father. It was simply because despite Thistle Cloud's reassurances he was not sure he had a place in Ragnar's life still and even if he still did he shouldn't have the ability to just come and go on the Bay's lands just because he was the Jarl's son. “No, no, that's alright. I do not think that I should be treated special just because I am the Jarl's son,” If death was the penalty for trespassing for everyone else then it was the penalty for trespassing if he did it. It was only fair to Týr.
“I do not mean to be crass Thistle Cloud, I know she died giving birth to me. I have no recollection of her and therefore no real connection to her,” Even as the words passed from the chocolate Rekkr's lips they felt wrong. There was a pang in his heart every time he thought or spoke of his mysterious mother that rose like a sudden hurricane over the calm seas. Something that told him that he did have a connection to her and that to replace her was wrong. Thistle Cloud wasn't a replacement, but she was a mother through marriage and more of a mother than he had ever had before. “How did you and my father meet?” Týr inquired, feeling that it was the best place to start. How they met and how they had came to be married since he had been absent for those moments and they were obviously the most important.
a crime so old as the sky and bone