Ivar

Pandora does not interrupt her. Instead, she observes. Granted, she covers it with stripping off her shoes and then her dress, but she is watching to see how Ivar reacts to this woman. How competent and familiar she is with his braces. Her gaze ticks minutely to the crib, but little Ragnar is not in here. Winnie has him, and most likely has taken him to the wet nurse. But her attention is back on Ivar as the widened neck of her dress slips over her shoulders.