It didn't help that Christer had no idea what to do either. Ideally, they would return to her father as soon as possible and hopefully, because they were contrite, her father would feel it in his heart to show mercy to them. And yet, what if those mercenaries sent a messenger ahead of them? Ansgar knew what he would say first! Christer was suddenly horrified at the realization that returning, even now, might not go well.
What if they accused him to kidnapping her? What if they executed him? Christer sat up suddenly and turned to Rose. Perhaps it was ungentlemanly of him to be more terrified for himself than for her - that wasn't to say there wasn't at least some mild concern for her, it was after all her idea. Nevertheless...
"I do not think...it would be wise to return," he said gently. "Those men. Who knows what they'll tell your father. If you did, it's just as likely that you'd be thrown into the stockade and humiliated, as forced to wed your fiancé. As for me, well, I don't even want to think about it." Because he'd given it a LOT of thought.
Christer motioned to her hand. "What about that?" he said. "Your engagement ring. We need money, if we're going to continue journeying. And I'm all out. I... Ah, no, what am I saying! You can't sell your ring. Oh, I shouldn't've even suggested it. It's a stupid idea, sorry."