I woke moaning and thrashing against the strong hands of Skowvithr and Veethar. Sif’s head was low over my chest, and her hands were bloody. Yowrnsaxa knelt beside her, handing her things when Sif grunted a word or held out her hand.
My eyes rolled up to Skowvithr’s concerned face. He saw and smiled. “All is well, Hank,” he whispered. “All is well.”
“Frikka,” I croaked.
“Don’t worry about that now,” muttered Sif.
“No,” I said. “I misunderstood.”
Frikka sobbed somewhere close by. “I’m so sorry, Hank.”
“Shh,” I said. “Veethar…”
“Yes,” she said. “But I didn’t know what would happen to you. I swear it.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I understand.”
“Well, I don’t,” snapped Jane.
“Tell…you…later,” I wheezed. “Gonna pass—”