"... What was your fault?" He looked up at Athelstan, clearly confused. Was there some third thing that was on his mind somewhere? When it came to guilt and Athelstan, Ragnar had learned it could be practically anything.

"What? Leave? Athelstan... why would I leave?" He shook his head and slowly straightened a bit so he could put a hand around the back of Athelstan's neck, guiding him a little closer so he could press their foreheads together while he still knelt, "I am not leaving. I am not."