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[bigarmy_strangepants]

 You did not expect this man, but there is a Ragnar Lothbrok tonight, sitting by the fire and picking his teeth, while apparently deep in thought.


[[OOC: STRONG WARNING for apparently period typical ableism and discussion of child death in all threads.]]

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric takes his hand and rises. Still cold but be no means the cold of a dead man as he was when he came down from the tree.

The walk back is slower. Sinric's step is less steady, a little heavier. He leans into Ragnar, keeping the furs close around him as they go.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar patiently keeps pace, warm and steady, his arm around Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

By the time they reach the bar, he's flagging again, looking tired and heavy.

"You room? Or would you rather go to mine?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Is there no longer a connection?" Ragnar asks. "And shouldn't we order food and drink enough to hole up for a while?"

[thewidewideworld]

"There's still a door between them, yes. And food would be good." He leans against a wall for support, happy to let Ragnar make the decisions.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar fires off a quick order of All The Food, with a side order of Hot Booze, at the next rat, then starts helping Sinric get upstairs.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric heads for the nearest door to their rooms.