Ragnor: Doesn't seem to hear Hel, still struggling
Eve: Manages to somehow get into his pocket, pulling out his lighter and smokes. She aids him by lightly taking his shaking hand in her tiny paws, steadying him enough to hold and light the white stick
Ragnor: With his familiar's help, raises the cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply, closing his eyes, still shaking
Eve: Watches him, giving soft chirrups now and then to comfort him. After a little bit of this, slowly flies over to Hel. Her voice is soft as she hovers nearby
It's alright…It's not your fault at all
Seems to release a tiny sigh, ears laid back
Let's just say it brought back some very bad memories. There is still a few things Ragnor has not told you about himself…