Ragnar had only ever lived in relatively simple, wooden houses. A singed wall meant knocking out that area and replacing it, but this house, this very modern house, was quite a bit different than anything he was used to.
He'd poked at the burnt wall for a bit before finally deciding to give up for the moment to take care of his burns. His wrists were, by far, the worst. The skin looked raw, somewhere between second and third degree burns, the outline of Dodger's hands could just barely be made out. He'd done his best to simply bandage them, unsure if he really needed to go see a healer for some salve, or not.
Going back into the kitchen, it really struck him how much the place reeked of charred wood and... flesh, so he was opening some windows and had just finished propping the door open when Athelstan came in.
Ragnar looked at the charred wall, the cracked dent in the wooden floor, and then back to Athelstan, "What do you think? And... I really do not need you to rub it in right now..."
That was the closest he could come to admitting that Athelstan had been right. Not even that he'd been wrong... just that Athelstan had maybe been more right than Ragnar had.
Athelstan instantly catches sight of the burns and his eyes widen further. "He was here..."
He didn't want to believe it, even if he knew that Dodger would never leave well enough alone he had still hoped that maybe he would be wrong. The damaged floor and wall could be dealt with later he is more concerned with what are clearly burns on Ragnar and he's quick to move over to him.
The house feels all the more unsafe again, he'd been lulled into a sense of security before, letting himself think maybe he's overreacting even though he knew better. "He will never stop, Ragnar," Athelstan murmurs and then says something that he probably wouldn't have thought of about anyone else and the Athelstan that Ragnar knew would have never said. "You should have killed him when you had the chance."
All the same, he is reaching to grasp an uninjured part of Ragnar's arm and pushing him toward somewhere to sit down. "You're terrible at this," he murmurs, indicating Ragnar's attempt at treating the burns.
Ragnar didn't need to confirm Athelstan's suspicions. It was obvious he was right. All he really did was press his lips into a thin line, annoyed at this entire situation.
"Do not be so dramatic," He chided, forcing a soft smile and a bit of an eye roll. It was difficult to continue to pretend he thought everything would be fine, however. He exhaled a soft, bitter laugh, "I know.... I will figure something out."
Brow furrowing, he half-heartedly resisted as Athelstan guided him to one of the kitchen chairs and sat him down. He didn't answer, simply sat quietly and grit his teeth as he watched Athelstan redo his bandaged, the burns obviously causing him a good deal of pain, especially as Athelstan unwrapped them.
Athelstan is quiet and he wonders if maybe he should have not told Ragnar about it all to begin with, perhaps no harm would have come to him and their home and family wouldn't be in danger. He doesn't say anything right away and pulling away the bandages until the burns were uncovered.
"You should see someone about this, Ragnar," Athelstan advises and he's not sure the best way to treat burns such as this but the bandages certainly hadn't been applied correctly in the least.
It took him a moment to answer the question, focusing on an arbitrary spot on the table as he forced his breath to stay steady as the last of the bandages were peeled off, making it feel like the wounds were being reopened.
"See someone? What do you mean? Like a healer?" He made a face. Athelstan had been there when he'd been badly injured after his farm had been destroyed, how terrible of a patient he'd been, and that had been Lagertha.
"Do you know how to dress them, or not?" He was asking honestly, voice quiet. He knew they were bad and he didn't know how much experience Athelstan had with injuries like these.
Athelstan stares at the injuries and he really isn't sure he knows how to treat them correctly. He doesn't touch the wounds, they look terrible and painful. "I don't... these are more severe than others," he finally says, but he sighs and fetches some gauze to try and bandage them better at the least.
"I think you'll need something from a healer, Ragnar, I don't have anything for the pain," and he didn't know if they would become infected or really what is needed to treat a severe wound. Lacerations and the like are much simpler and straight forward than a burn to him.
Ragnar grimaced before forcing his focus elsewhere. Looking at the raw injuries only made them more difficult to ignore and made Athelstan's words seem to ring truer.
"They are just burns," He countered, voice quiet. Naturally, he had to argue a little bit, regardless of how apparent it was that Athelstan was right.
He scoffed softly, "I do not need anything for the pain. We have ale. They will be fine as long as they are dressed properly."
"They are serious, Ragnar," Athelstan counters and he's gentle as he can be, trying to make sure the wounds are clean before he's carefully wrapping them back up. He doesn't knows that Ragnar needs far more treatment than this and that the other is going to be stubborn about it.
"You need to see a healer, please. These are serious, they are not small and harmless burns..."
The worry is evident in Athelstan's voice if not his expression. He is far more worried about what could go wrong with such wounds than even the pain. He knows that Ragnar would not care too much about it but what if this could truly cause him permanent harm if he didn't get help?
Ragnar fell silent as Athelstan went about wrapping his wrists, almost breaking a sweat he was having to focus so hard on not reacting to how painful they were. Each time Athelstan looked up however, he forced a reassuring little smile.
Once Athelstan finished, he felt like he could breathe again. As long as he didn't move his wrists much and nothing touched or brushed against them, he could basically ignore them.
"If it is worse tomorrow... I promise, I will go," He sighed, making a mental note to make an offering to the gods in the hope that his burns won't be worse the next day.
Athelstan looks like he has half a mind to argue with Ragnar about going now to prevent it from getting worse. He furrows his brow and bites back that particular argument and settles on something slightly different.
"If it is not better even, you will go see someone. I demand it.
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He'd poked at the burnt wall for a bit before finally deciding to give up for the moment to take care of his burns. His wrists were, by far, the worst. The skin looked raw, somewhere between second and third degree burns, the outline of Dodger's hands could just barely be made out. He'd done his best to simply bandage them, unsure if he really needed to go see a healer for some salve, or not.
Going back into the kitchen, it really struck him how much the place reeked of charred wood and... flesh, so he was opening some windows and had just finished propping the door open when Athelstan came in.
Ragnar looked at the charred wall, the cracked dent in the wooden floor, and then back to Athelstan, "What do you think? And... I really do not need you to rub it in right now..."
That was the closest he could come to admitting that Athelstan had been right. Not even that he'd been wrong... just that Athelstan had maybe been more right than Ragnar had.
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He didn't want to believe it, even if he knew that Dodger would never leave well enough alone he had still hoped that maybe he would be wrong. The damaged floor and wall could be dealt with later he is more concerned with what are clearly burns on Ragnar and he's quick to move over to him.
The house feels all the more unsafe again, he'd been lulled into a sense of security before, letting himself think maybe he's overreacting even though he knew better. "He will never stop, Ragnar," Athelstan murmurs and then says something that he probably wouldn't have thought of about anyone else and the Athelstan that Ragnar knew would have never said. "You should have killed him when you had the chance."
All the same, he is reaching to grasp an uninjured part of Ragnar's arm and pushing him toward somewhere to sit down. "You're terrible at this," he murmurs, indicating Ragnar's attempt at treating the burns.
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"Do not be so dramatic," He chided, forcing a soft smile and a bit of an eye roll. It was difficult to continue to pretend he thought everything would be fine, however. He exhaled a soft, bitter laugh, "I know.... I will figure something out."
Brow furrowing, he half-heartedly resisted as Athelstan guided him to one of the kitchen chairs and sat him down. He didn't answer, simply sat quietly and grit his teeth as he watched Athelstan redo his bandaged, the burns obviously causing him a good deal of pain, especially as Athelstan unwrapped them.
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"You should see someone about this, Ragnar," Athelstan advises and he's not sure the best way to treat burns such as this but the bandages certainly hadn't been applied correctly in the least.
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"See someone? What do you mean? Like a healer?" He made a face. Athelstan had been there when he'd been badly injured after his farm had been destroyed, how terrible of a patient he'd been, and that had been Lagertha.
"Do you know how to dress them, or not?" He was asking honestly, voice quiet. He knew they were bad and he didn't know how much experience Athelstan had with injuries like these.
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"I think you'll need something from a healer, Ragnar, I don't have anything for the pain," and he didn't know if they would become infected or really what is needed to treat a severe wound. Lacerations and the like are much simpler and straight forward than a burn to him.
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"They are just burns," He countered, voice quiet. Naturally, he had to argue a little bit, regardless of how apparent it was that Athelstan was right.
He scoffed softly, "I do not need anything for the pain. We have ale. They will be fine as long as they are dressed properly."
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"You need to see a healer, please. These are serious, they are not small and harmless burns..."
The worry is evident in Athelstan's voice if not his expression. He is far more worried about what could go wrong with such wounds than even the pain. He knows that Ragnar would not care too much about it but what if this could truly cause him permanent harm if he didn't get help?
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Once Athelstan finished, he felt like he could breathe again. As long as he didn't move his wrists much and nothing touched or brushed against them, he could basically ignore them.
"If it is worse tomorrow... I promise, I will go," He sighed, making a mental note to make an offering to the gods in the hope that his burns won't be worse the next day.
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"If it is not better even, you will go see someone. I demand it.
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"We will look at them tomorrow and decide," He said, but by his tone it was obvious that he was giving in.