He doesn't respond and for a moment Gyda feels herself start to panick and believe this was all just a sickness induced dream. She's in some place not like the stories, and she sees her father but he doesn't seem to notice her.
Then he turns and even weak from fever, she knows the look in his eyes, knows he sees her. She sees him kneel before her and she tries to smile for his benefit, though she's still worn out and confused.
"It's me." She doesn't like seeing him like this. Every time her father was worried for something or about someone, things were never well.
The hand at her cheek felt real and warm. To Ragnar, her skin would've felt hot and clammy from fever, but just as tactile as his own. "I don't know. We all started getting sick, except mother. I was so tired and felt so bad, I went to sleep..and woke up here."
She was so tired and everything felt heavy. "Are we dead? How're you here?"
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Then he turns and even weak from fever, she knows the look in his eyes, knows he sees her. She sees him kneel before her and she tries to smile for his benefit, though she's still worn out and confused.
"It's me." She doesn't like seeing him like this. Every time her father was worried for something or about someone, things were never well.
The hand at her cheek felt real and warm. To Ragnar, her skin would've felt hot and clammy from fever, but just as tactile as his own. "I don't know. We all started getting sick, except mother. I was so tired and felt so bad, I went to sleep..and woke up here."
She was so tired and everything felt heavy. "Are we dead? How're you here?"