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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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.