Sinric appreciates the touch, the care, but he knows Ragnar's thoughts are with Athelstan. He doesn't need the seer's gift for that.

He move to the edge of the bath and cups Ragnar's cheek, pressing their foreheads together. He many not be able to do this again, already the tapestry has become hazy. But he finds the thread he wants and shares it with Ragnar.

Ragnar and Athelstan training in a beach, private and away from the town, sparing and laughing. And then in a hut, curled in soft furs, loving each other, exploring each other.

Sinric lets go, very nearly slipping under the water in the sudden wave of weakness that overwhelms him.