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Livia could only watch in what was described as a mix of awe, and intrigue as Ragnar pushed himself out of the hospital bed, over towards her. She didn't move from where she stood, only watched him closely, and it seemed the closer he got, the bigger he got until he was towering over her, staring down to her with his cold blue eyes, contrasting to her own pale blue eyes.

The Legata stood at a demure five foot five inches, so the viking towered almost an entire head over her. Though Livia appeared much smaller in frame, there was evidence she was quite strong, the toned musculature under her skin made that evident, as someone who had endured countless battles. Though she wore modern clothing, faint scars were evident on her skin.

She watched him closely as he moved to make his way over to the bathroom, her face emotionless as her eyes followed his movements across the room.

"You don't have to prove anything to me." She commented as he leaned against the wheelchair. "You're not ready to leave yet, not until the doctors believe you're healed up enough."

She grimaced slightly as she took a step over towards the door. Shimizu was still talking on the television, his haughty, arrogant demeanor was obvious as he addressed what was a crowd of reporters, his face smug, as he detailed some plot to overthrow the government, and how the plot was foiled.

Quickly, she moved over towards him, she placed a firm hand on his forearm, and another one to support him on his lower back, despite her small size, it was obvious she was quite strong, she was trying to help him back over to the bed.

"Let's get you back into the bed, we'll have the doctor check you out, and then we'll leave, okay? I don't want you hurting yourself."