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Yrsa merely stopped to allow Beastie to drink and rest, remaining outside of the abbey for a few hours before she bid her goodbyes and continued North to where her husband and her lord waited. She needed to inform them of what was going on in Mercia.
Her cloak was tight around her, brought up over her nose to keep her covered as Beastie snorted in the winter air. It was going to be an even colder winter than the one before, that was certain.
It had taken a fair amount of time before she met Ragnar's watchmen, who was quick to help her journey the remainder of the way to where the Danes were holed up.
"Yrsa." The stifling darkness wound its way back around her as she re-entered the witch's hold, but Yrsa ignored it to hug her husband. Sihtric was warm and familiar, though he did stink slightly. His kiss tasted of ale but Yrsa grinned anyway at the feeling, content to be back in his arms once more and to feel his lips on hers. His hands spread across her waist, before he pulled back and pressed his forehead to hers. Mismatched eyes studied her, looking for any form of emotion on her face that could tell him what she had been up to. "I have missed you."
"I have missed you." Yrsa smiled, before kissing him once more. She traced his jawline, following the curve of his tattoo around his ear and down his neck.
"Enough of that." Sihtric stumbled as he was pulled away from his wife before Finan appeared. "You've not been missed."
"Hello Finan." Yrsa hugged the older man slightly, before saying hello to Osferth with a quick ruffle of his hair. "Where is Uhtred? I need to speak with him."
"Are we not good enough company?" Finan teased.
"Sihtric is, you are not." Yrsa grinned, before turning to her husband.
"He is in a meeting with his brother. There is much to catch you up on."
"Oh?" She looked between the three men. "Well, that is ominous. What have you done?"
"Not what we have done." Finan lowered his voice. "There are other Danes here too, Yrsa. Bloodhair and the likes, and they have come to form a great Dane army with Ragnar as their leader. Uhtred has pledged us to him."
"What?" The woman narrowed her eyes as Sihtric nodded, arm snaking back around her waist. "I see."
"The one you hate is here." Osferth added on as Yrsa groaned.
"Brilliant." She scowled. "I suppose I still am not allowed to kill him."
"Now he is a part of our great Dane army, Yrsa." Her scowl deepened at Finan's words. "Don't look so glum. We'll get some food in you and take you to Uhtred, then, everything will all look better."
