Re: Camp: Lagertha/Ragnar
As her forehead creased between her brows, tension faded from his shoulders as she spoke of the place she had been. He would not have wanted her there, but finally. Proof he could not provide. "And the lights were so bright it made it hard to see. They spoke in a language you did not know, but could understand."
He had not been there, with her, but he knew places like that from when he shared with the healer in Vay-gas. But as she spoke of her battle, he frowned again, and looked her over once more. There was no blood, no cuts, no wounds to tend to, and he did not insult her by asking her if she was alright. Of the creature she spoke of, he knew nothing of them being anywhere but in their stories. "I would have liked to see that."