But instead, he found himself lingering.
“Isolda?”
“Aye?”
“Fer what it’s worth—I’m sorry. About... all of it.” The words felt inadequate even as he spoke them. “If it was within me power tae give ye more time, I would.”
She looked at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. “I believe ye.” she said finally. “I dinnae like it, but I ken this isnae yer choice either.
So, we’ve found common ground.
It was barely anything, really. But somehow, it felt like more than Ragnar had any right to hope for.
