Sinric rinses and wrings his hair out, wrapping it in a towel as he pulls on a robe.

He catches Ragnar's arm and looks up at him, dark eyes deep. "I love him too." He says softly, as if reading Ragnar's thoughts. "And what would either of us not give up to safe guard his happiness."

He gives Ragnar's arm a squeeze and darts into his own room to write the note for Hannibal.