Re: Yet more triple-combo replies.
Ragnar grunted and swung his legs to one side, ignoring the little twinge of nausia that passed eyeblink fast before he put his feet on the tiled floor. "At least I have leggings on..." He said, partly to himself, not the one's he remembered wearing, these ones terminated at the knee. He grunted at the suggestion he was brainwashed, it was not true, simply impossible...wasn't it?. Instead he chose not to reply. He felt...fine, what ever the medicae had done to him had worked, what ever his body had reacted to...was gone or stabilized.
"I'll come with you, I won't be waited on in a bed like some Noblewoman with a cold. And I dare any of you to say that I resemble one..." There was a grin on Ragnar's face as he said that, enough to show he was back to normal and not about to scream HERETICS and try and rip their throats out.