Athelstan nods slightly. "Aren't you tired?" he questions as the other gives up, letting him wrap the blanket around his shoulders. He leaves the art room and heads back toward the house. He almost feels like washing himself again but it's a foolish thought and he wants Ragnar to get back to sleep, already sorry for the way that he's disturbed the man's rest.

He makes his way up to the room they share, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Ragnar, you won't do anything rash, right?"