Ragnar did not respond at first, but inside his mind he was already moving through possibilities with a type of calculated focus that he reserved for the battlefield and when he poured over battle strategies.
Even as she spoke, he had begun searching for solutions, combing through his mind for anything that could be of use to her. He tried recalling half-forgotten texts and obscure passages he had encountered over the years. Leather bound tomes, and old scrolls that were tucked away in dusty corners of libraries he had once visited—anything that might offer clarity to Circe's situation, or at the very least point them in the right direction.
He was already rearranging his days in his head, considering how much time he could spare to search his personal library, how many scholars he could discreetly consult, and which old contacts might be worth calling upon. If there was even the faintest chance that knowledge existed to help Circe, he would find it.
