His hand went out to catch her as she stumbled, holding her upper arm gently as he huffed a laugh. Not in mocking. It was almost fond.
"No, they are not furious. They are just getting on with their lives. You don't think that they are always out rampaging? How do you think they made their food and clothes?" Ragnar grinned, a little twinkle in his eye as she blushed again.
"Pippin. The musical," he nodded his head, patient with her rambling. "And yes, there probably is. There are attachments to many things here. It is why I care for them," Ragnar said softly. "If you promise not to hurt them then you may continue."