Thorbjorn
Dawn came with a grey light filtering through the cave.
I’ll go scout. Rolf rose.
Careful, brother.
I laid the woman on the pelts and took a scrap of cloth to dip in the river. The water was cold. I wished I could heat it and bathe her. I knelt near her and unwrapped her dirty legs from the furs, frowning at the bruises on her arms.
She has been ill used, I told Rolf. We must go slowly, and earn her trust.
We will care for her, we will never allow her to be hurt again.
With the rage beating in my chest, I only hoped it was true.
Her eyes blinked awake.
“What are you doing?” she whimpered.
“Washing you, sweet one. I mean you no harm.”
I waited for her nod before raising each foot to wipe clean.
She watched me warily, and flinched away from my touch.
I shared the image
