Re: Camp: Lagertha/Ragnar
He knew, when she finally looked at him, that she was measuring what she saw. It wasn't with anger, or the defensiveness that had so often plagued her eyes as of late, but searching, weighing what she found like they would with treasure. He remained still for it, as they did. For once there were no grins, but there was no looking away either, no shifting until she began to speak again. To have done so was to show weakness, it would have been an admission that his words were not true, that they couldn't stand under the strength of suspicion. It was another, older Ragnar that had lied to her. He knew better.
"But they brought you back," he said slowly and finally he moved, hands on the earth as he shifted his body closer to hers, not quite touching, but closer than they had been before. Wherever she had gone, the world of the healer that he no longer knew, she was here again and that mattered more.