Worst case scenario: The medic
The more Árni and Sigríður thought of it, the more it seemed like the only possible silver lining in Reynir's situation: the Danish medic who spoke Icelandic and was probably doing his best to protect him from the others. Maybe even teaching him a little of how to deal with them himself. Reynir would quickly figure out it was best to stay close to him at all times, but the man still had a job to do. There had to be moments at which the presence of a non-immune person at his side was a hazard for at least one of them and Reynir had to leave that sanctuary. In such cases, Reynir was certainly on his own, at the mercy of whoever the medic was not treating. And since Danes did not believe in magic, chance were that whatever the Finnish scout was doing to him was going unnoticed. Or maybe that particular Dane had seen the scout in action, changed his mind about magic and knew the scout was doing something, but still had no idea what to do about it. The only option he had to tell him to stop whatever he was doing was through the very relative who was probably telling him lies to get Reynir on his bad side. The skald was probably lying to the medic to cover herself as well, they just realized. They really hoped the man could see through it. He was probably doing his best regardless, his best unfortunately being not enough when literally everyone else on the crew had it in for Reynir. Making an effort to seek happier thoughts, they started wondering what kind of impact spending so much time with a medic could have on Reynir. He was probably learning a lot about medicine. Maybe he would be able to take better care of sick or wounded sheep if... no, when he came back. And with the kind of people the rest of the crew probably were, the medic could actually be happy to have a fellow kind soul at his side. Or simply someone to talk to, as the Finnish "skald" was certainly not providing such a thing.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Silent World:
Reynir stepped into the office, where Tuuri was copying books as usual:
-Please tell me there is something interesting for Mikkel to read in there.
-Not really yet, why?
He took a deep breath before breaking her the news:
-He's done with his tasks for the day. Not much to do until the three others come back.
Tuuri twitched. Mikkel could perfectly keep himself busy with his own thoughts, but the problem was that it usually resulted in the first person to speak to him after the lull in activity getting worse teasing than usual. Last time the book collecting party had been on the receiving end of this, Reynir was quite sure he had learned a few Norwegian swear words.
-You could... chat with him a little? suggested Tuuri.
-I tried. Couldn't go through more than five minutes of it before leaving him an opening.
-You started out at thirty seconds, you're making quick progress.
-What about your own record? You're going to grow soft if you don't practice from time to time.
Tuuri grumbled and got up from her chair:
-Okay, okay, I get it, I'll take my turn. But I'm curious, what did he do, this time?
-Convinced me that lack of exposure to sheep was going to make sick soon.
Tuuri gave him a look of disbelief:
-Again?
Reynir looked away from her, a little embarrassed:
-He started out from another angle than last time.
Tuuri sighed:
-Thanks for the warning. Maybe I do need that practice after all.
Just as Tuuri was going to leave the room, they both heard yelling in Norwegian, coming from far away. At this point, Reynir could tell it was too long for Sigrun to just be yelling "We're back!".
Mikkel came to the office door:
-You two, in the front. Sigrun popped her stiches again, I'll need to treat her in here right after decontamination.
Reynir could tell both of them were holding back a sigh of relief. Seemingly having that reaction to Sigrun neglecting those wounds would have attracted unwanted attention from Mikkel. Especially coming from Reynir, who knew all too well how she had gotten them in the first place. They did as Mikkel told them, but Tuuri had her ear glued to the door as soon as any indication of activity in the office started, and was telling him what was happening. Even though the walls didn't keep that much sound out, the exchanges were all in scandinavian laguages.
-Mikkel's scolding pretty much everyone for their part in the wounds re-opening. Sounds like it happened on something Sigrun didn't actually have to use that arm for again.
Reynir had trouble believing that he was the same person who had just briefly tricked him into believing there was such a thing as "sheep deficiency".
