The crone jerked slightly, as if she were stung or burned. Her brows furrowed; power was building, and it was building right here. She thought perhaps it was the blood; blood was damn powerful. She'd used it often enough in her time, especially here. She hadn't been casting a spell, but that didn't mean anything. The two Viking kings letting their blood in what would culminate in an endurance test of sex binging and blood letting could call up power. The two men could probably feel it, but magic was not Eric's interest outside what it could do for or against him.
She would have continued to think that until the hands came for her. Baba stepped back, confused. Was this what happened normally? Her head tilted as she leaned in again, ozone biting at her nose. Something was wrong, or was it right? The bond was confusing things, as Eric seemed not at all concerned, a feeling she'd gotten from him a good bit lately. They would live til they were completely dead.
They moved like one, which was not surprising, not exactly. "My liege?" Perhaps if she saw his face, that nagging feeling would go.