Re: Camp: Lagertha/Ragnar
That received a frown, but his voice did not accompany it, instead his gaze moved from the fire to her. That look, the slow realization that came across her features before she drank, he remembered that look well. Had he not worn the same when he first came through the door back to his own world, and not the bright shininess of Jack's? Was everything still the same? What was that place?
The birds began to call in the trees as the sky continued to lighten and he turned slightly towards her, gaze wavering between her and the slowly dying fire. She was not injured, that much he could tell, no blood on her, no broken bones, but something had happened to her. Finally, the words came. "Tell me." An invitation, not a command, slow and quiet like the dawn breaking over the horizon.