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Yrsa hummed as she let her armour loosen once more, it did not fit nearly as well as it once had and she sighed. She knew what this meant, knew what this would do to her and she sighed, wincing at the old bruises that it pressed on.
Pulling it off her shoulder, she pulled one of her tunics on, fiddling with Sihtric's talisman that lay situated around her neck. It would explain the fear that she had felt in the battle, the pit that had appeared in her stomach.
"Come, Yrsa." Sihtric opened the door, as Yrsa grinned at him. "Come and eat, they have good food and ale."
"I am coming. Do not be so impatient." Yrsa slipped her arm bands on, tying her belt around her waist and ensuring that her hatchets were in place. Sihtric waited for her, leading her down into the hall as she found food waiting for her and a seat next to Sihtric and Finan.
She was content to sit with them, though the mood was sombre, exchanging stories and burying her fear deep within her as she ate.
Sihtric's hand rested on the back of her neck, keeping her close to him as the prisoners watched them. It took another hour or so before Uhtred joined them.
"How is Osferth?" Uhtred questioned.
"Sleeping. As we should all be." Finan pointed out. Yrsa hummed in agreement, eating the last of her food. She had moved to sit opposite Sihtric, with it feeling a little strange not to have Osferth filling that space. Uhtred took advantage of that, sitting beside Sihtric, who's face was cold and tense. "Just as soon as he's recovered, we should attempt to recover Skade."
The pit in Yrsa's stomach came back as she watched her husband. She had known him long enough to know when he was annoyed but he had gone past that now, anger wracking through his body. Yrsa had hoped the food and drink would calm him, but he did not look it in the slightest.
"Once again." Sihtric muttered.
"So long as she is free, Lord, you are cursed." Finan pointed out.
"Skade is with the Danes. We cannot reach her." Uhtred pointed out as Yrsa hummed in agreement, her eyes still watching her husband as he tilted his head. "We will not chase her to our deaths."
"Death will find us regardless." Yrsa paused, turning to Finan with wide eyes. He shot her an equally blank look as her husband spoke to Uhtred. This was unlike Sihtric, maybe he was more angry than he had let on to be.
"Do you have something to say, Sihtric?"
"He does not." Finan cut in.
"He definitely does not." Yrsa kicked her husband beneath the table, her eyebrows furrowing as she shook her head. "Sihtric."
