Ivar just kept tagging along with his father, amused at his attempts to try and figure out where he is. He trots alongside him. If he could smile, he would have. Ivar's wheelchair and knives have been left on the grass towards the front of the lawn, but he's still nowhere in sight.

<I can only speak to someone in their head when I am an animal. Believe it or not if you want to.>

Then there's the sound of a patient sigh in Ragnar's head at his warning. Seems like everyone wants to have their say in regards to such a power. He does understand though. Nothing comes without a price.

<I'm well-aware of the cost of this power. Marco explained it all to me. If I stay too long as animal, I'll never be able to turn human again. But a chance to be able to move without pain? To be able to run? Of course I was going to take it.>