ode to the fallen (m)

Thistle sighed softly at her husband. Well Ragnar I hope it will all be worth it. that was all she said on the subject. She wasn't exactly happy with him or his god if Odinn had really done this. But what could she do her husband wouldn't listen and if a god was involved well he wouldn't listen either, but she was going to have a heck of a time keeping it clean and infection free until it healed, and that was a moist place, which made it doubly hard anyway all over again. No but you will be. then with that she ceased.

She leaned into his muzzle and a soft sigh escaped her followed by a whine. Ragnar you have to be more careful do you have any idea what would happen to me if you died? Any idea at all? I fear I may very well go crazy. She sniffed softly and gently preened at his shoulder and the side of jaw, in order to do something anything to keep her mind off of what she couldn't do at the moment. Because there was really nothing she could do to fix this, she could not reattach his eye, not that he would let her anyway. She also couldn't heal this, she couldn't tear the muscles and the sinew away, she couldn't do anything and that was a hard pill to swallow for the gentle healer. Very well Ragnar.