Ragnar bit the inside of his lip, annoyed and angry with himself, with Dodger, with everything.

"If that was what you wanted, there was nothing keeping you from saying so... And if you have questions, there is nothing stopping you from asking," He muttered, pulling away from Athelstan with a heavy sigh. His knees were complaining too much to keep kneeling in front of the monk and he wanted a bit of space, some room to breathe and cool off, so he eased back, sitting with his back against the wall, the blanket wrapped loosely around him and his knees pulled up close to his chest.