you shouldn't

Edit. Tagging @Thistle Cloud to assist her clueless heathen husband. :P

The woman did not respond to his question, and Ragnar watched with muted concern. Even if she would have insisted that she was fine he was not extremely likely to believe her, though he was no healer he considered that she might be suffering from shock. Or hysteria. Or whatever else was happening inside her mind that she was not outwardly showing him. He watched, reserved as she half rose and wretched to the side, causing the Viking to take a few steps away so the contents of her stomach did not splash onto him. Luckily, Ragnar had been blessed with a iron stomach, though likely it had been conditioned during his days as Berserker. Three times, the Plateau woman heaved up, and his singular eye sought out her own, noticing that her eyes were glazed and that her pupils had blown wide, swallowing nearly all of her irises, leaving little but a thin halo. A morbid look crossed the Viking's facial features as he studied her as she seemed to lose consciousness. For a moment, Ragnar hesitated, wondering if now was the time to call Thistle's attention to this situation. Especially considering this was more of her area of expertise than his own. He was the half that was good for killing not saving.