Sinric answers Athelstan's touch with warmth and wordless gratitude that flows over his skin as he brushes the back of Athelstan.

And Ragnar's kiss with a soft sigh. "My beloveds." He smiles to them both, putting on a show of a smile as they leave, glad they're close.

He waits for the door to close to let himself fall back into the pillows, fatigued even at that. "I can feel your curiosity like an itch, my good Doctor."