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"How is she?" Uhtred questioned softly as he walked over, Finan halted all movement when he realized how bad this could look to his friend. Uhtred patted his knee lightly to reassure the Irishman and crouched in front of his sleeping wife, he laid his hand on her ribs and caressed her with his thumb through the furs.
"She has been mumbling the same phrase in her sleep, lord." Finan said as he began to rake his fingers through her chocolate locks once again.
"It is bad, isn't it?"
"That depends. She keeps saying, the lifelong grievance ends but a new one begins." Uhtred smiled knowing his uncle would die today, he leaned over to kiss her forehead as he stood.
"That is good news," He said with a grin and ignored Finan's worried look. "We will worry about the last part later, Finan." The man in question slumped against the boat as gently moved the strands of hair that had fallen in Nilsa's face.
Not long after, Nilsa woke with an annoyed groan. Finan chuckled at her attitude and rubbed her back as she sat up. She rubbed her eyes sleepily as she turned to look for her husband, her eyes widened in worry when Uhtred leaned over the boat and cut the back of his wrist to bleed into the angry sea.
"Rán can be a vixen. This should settle her." Uhtred spoke when he noticed his son's confusion. Nilsa quickly untangled herself from the fur blankets and rushed to her husband's side as she looked over the self-inflicted wound. Uhtred smiled down at her softly as she bandaged up his wrist with gentle fingers, he kissed her head in thanks.
"Rán is pagan lies. I pity you for believing it." Young Uhtred says with bitterness.
"Finan, give him something to do." Uhtred said as Nilsa finished dressing the wound.
"Yes, lord." The men begin to groan in disgust when Finan grabbed the shit buckets. "Oh, God. Whoa. Hey! You can empty this!" He drops the bucket at the boy's feet as they all laugh, Nilsa frowns at the display but says nothing.
"Tell me the truth. Am I the bait?" Finan moved to her and Uhtred's side as he sat down, he gently tugged her dress to get her to do the same.
"For what?"
"In the plan, you are hiding from me. Am I the bait?" Nilsa sighs as she sits. She wished she could hug the boy but she knew this was a needed conversation.
"Nothing is hidden from you. We are tracking monks who have entry to Bebbanburg. You will befriend them, enter Bebbanburg, and open the sea gate to us."
"I think you have another reason for dragging me into your revenge." She figured this would take awhile and laid her head on Finan's shoulder, the guilt of someone having to die so her baby could live was getting to her. Finan reached up to move her brunette hair behind her ear as he held her.
