*Eleanor*
I groan. The strips of cloth on my back hurt with any slight movement. It’s terrible. It’s horrible.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Thora asks, and I realize Erik isn’t here.
I shake my head. “It was an accident.”
“You’re sure?” she asks me.
“Yes,” I tell her firmly. She helps me up and out into the bath. It’s not super hot, but it’s not cold either. “The wolf you saw… it’s complicated.”
She nods. “Hvitserk filled me in. I can’t believe you still married him.”
“I didn’t know then,” I tell her quietly as she helps remove the mixture from my back. “I didn’t speak the language, and he couldn’t tell Catherine.”
“Would you have married him if you knew?”
“I… I don’t know,” I tell her. “I think I would have. I loved him already.”
She smiles. “I know. We all knew
