Nieah hesitated only a moment longer before stepping into the room. The coppery scent that clung to the air made her throat tighten, but she forced herself forward. Ragnar straightened as she approached, though his attention never truly left Circe.
"She needs clean clothes," Nieah said quietly. "And water. I'll have the servants warm the bath."
Ragnar nodded once. "No bath. Not yet." His gaze flicked briefly to Circe's face. "Just clean her. Gently."
Nieah inclined her head and turned to do as instructed.
Within minutes, servants moved silently through the chamber, their presence subdued by the tension that radiated from their prince. Fresh linens were laid out. Basins of warm water were brought in and set beside the bed. No one spoke unless spoken to, and when they did, their voices were hushed.
Ragnar remained at Circe's side throughout it all.
