Good thing because Ragnar Lothbrok was a fierce man when it came to his family. His children especially, made so much worse now by the fact that the little girl he hovered so protectively over was dead. Or, should have been. The greeter would notice that immediately in the freeze of the father's sharp blue eyes.

The gesture was understood, but yet Ragnar still watched as the other left and disappeared into the throng of the other odd looking people gathered there on the docks. And as the bottle was passed to his daughter, the Northman had a very visible expression of absolute confusion. A container, yes, but a container of what appeared a vessel made out of water itself?

The bewilderment only continued when Ragnar's gaze flitted to the flat, black thing in the greeter's hand and as soon as he spoke, his hand snapped out to steal it, jostling Gyda in front of him. This kind of magic was most unsettling but..

"What do you mean by doctor?" They really didn't have a term for anyone who treated wounds and sickness, so the question came as if the greeter had said something to offend him.

No, he didn't plan to take Gyda anywhere. What she needed was a bed and more water, but there was nothing to convince Ragnar then and there that help was being offered to save his daughters life here now.