“Because they need help.” Her brows had furrowed, but then her features softened. She reached for his hand and brought his bloody fingers to her lips. Gently, she pressed a kiss to his worn knuckles. “I’m so sorry that all you have seen of my kind is anger and hate. Not all of us rejoice in the pain of your people, Ragnar, and I know nothing I say will take those memories away. But I am here. I will help for as long as I’m able.”
