Hiccup walked through the door nervously.

"How is she?" He asked Astrid who was gently wiping the bleeding gashes on the unconscious Camicazi. Astrid had been so uncertain about the girl, but when Hiccup had carried her in the previous night, unconscious and bleeding, Astrid's maternal instincts went into over-drive. Seeing the abuse that had clearly taken place made her forget her reservations.

"She's weak still, very weak. And these wounds... Did she say how she got them?"

"She said she got hit back home. There are more fresh ones though."

"Any sign of Dagur attacking?"

"Nothing, everyone is on edge, watching everywhere. We're taking no chances. There's something not quite right about it, he's here but not attacking, staying in a secluded bay but he's making no signs of aggression aside from actually coming here with his armada." Hiccup said dropping his shield down and crouching down to look at Camicazi's pale face. "It's unsettling, I don't know what he's playing at." He brushed her blonde hair out of her face and sighed sadly. Who would do this to her? She was only a child after all. How did she deserve this? Astrid voiced his questions.

"Who would do this to her? She's thirteen years old. It's horrible. Finn is only a little older than she is." Astrid wiped another trickle of blood from Camicazi's back.

"Has she woken up at all yet?" He asked keeping one hand on her face.

"Not really, but she's shown signs of life. She screamed a couple of times. And then she cried out a few things too." Astrid gave Hiccup a sideways glance as she said this.

"What did she say?"

"Well, at one point she sounded a lot like you... She cried out 'No, don't hurt him, please don't hurt him.' Then she cried out 'Be mad at me, just don't hurt Sparky' Do you know who Sparky is?"

"He's her dragon. She mentioned him yesterday, though I don't think she meant to reveal so much to me. She seemed to love him a lot."

"I would have to agree going by her desperate cries for him."

"What else did she cry out? You said a few things." Astrid looked away and took the water to pour it away. She didn't answer immediately; she poured fresh water into a pot and laid it over the fire that Stormfly had lit. Once steam began rising from the water she poured it into the dish and returned to tend Camicazi.

"Well... She was close to consciousness I think at this point, but she didn't know I was here. She seemed to be struggling with some internal battle."

"What makes you say that?"

"What she said. 'I must not fail. I can't. I can't lose him. But I can't do it. But I must. If I don't... I can't. But I will. I have to... I have to...'" Hiccup looked from his wife to the small girl lying before him. Something was troubling her; she had a task, evidently something she did not want to do. But something was making her. Did this have anything to do with her fresh wounds?

"What could she have been talking about?"

"You." Hiccup looked up; this was a bit melodramatic and dark even for Astrid.

"What? Come on Astrid." But she shook her head at him and pointed at another scar Hiccup had not seen before she spoke.

"That there is a lightning scar, like what you have."

"So what? That doesn't prove a thing."

"She said it herself. She said your name." Hiccup stared between them both.

"What?"

"She said your name."

"Did she say anything else with it?"

"No. It wasn't long after she stopped arguing with herself, she just said 'Hiccup'"

Hiccup watched Astrid for a sign that she was still holding back something but got nothing except the feeling her suspicions were rising again.

"Ok out with it Astrid. What are you thinking?"

"I just think it's an odd coincidence. She turns up here randomly, beaten which is awful, but she turns up inexplicably and then Dagur turns up but isn't attacking. You tell me what I'm thinking."

"You think she's been sent here by Dagur?"

"Either that or she ran away and he's come to find her but if that was the case I think he'd have stormed the island to get her back by now."

Hiccup stared at the unconscious child and tried to decide what was best to do. To think as a Chief, not with the sentimental side of his brain.