where'd you go

I'll go ahead and archive this. <3

Ragnar's attention drifted from the boy for a few seconds, using his singular eye to look for any oncoming danger — not that Ragnar suspected anything but still — though it settled back upon Charon when he had ascertained that there were no unwanted guests or lone wolves nearing them, ears cupping forth when the boy spoke up again, inquiring as to if he would ever see his sister again. For a long moment Ragnar was silent, not having an answer for Charon here, either. He did not wish to lie to the boy anymore than he wished that the truth would not sting as much. Ragnar figured that he had already disappointed Charon so what was one more unwanted response? “If the Gods are kind then yes, but I truly do not know Charon.” It was harder still because Ragnar did not know what had happened to the girl. If she had been kidnapped or if she had willingly left of her own accord. Not knowing those factors left Ragnar playing against too many unknowns.

Glimpsing into Charon's sad eyes made Ragnar wish, immediately, that he had not and the Viking's head lifted to stare at the distant horizon when Charon told him that he wanted to go home. That much, Ragnar could do for him, at the very least. “Come then child,” The scarred Scandinavian spoke with a gesture of his muzzle back towards the Bay as he turned so that they were facing it. “Let us go back.” Ragnar offered Charon a gentle nudge, meant to be something of an affectionate gesture from a man that did not understand affection very well, wishing that he could ease Charon's pain but not knowing how. Ragnar fell into a contemplative silence then, as he took his young, sad Ward back into the safety of Stavanger Bay's borders.