«Here, take this. Should help you ease the pain. Don't tire out your injured arm too much, ok?»

Thorfinn simply grunted, looking away. He never actually gave you the permission to touch his wounds or help him, but you weren't going to let him stop you, so he let you be, shushing and letting you do your magics.

When Floki asked you and your husband Askeladd to kill Thors, Thorfinn's father, you both agreed seeing the big reward he promised, but later you regretted your choice, as you found that man interesting and above everything you admired his ideals.

As if it wasn't enough, you got very attached to Thorfinn. It was only natural for you to do your best to help him, take care of his needs, try to look as a "friend" more than and enemy to him and to give him the things that losing his family took away from him.

Askeladd found it annoying, but at the same time. You and him never had kids. Did you two even want them? That was contorted, without a simple answer. Kids weren't good for you two, another problem. So he thought it might have just been your desire to have children bringing you to care so much for Thorfinn

As you walked away, your husband brought you a long cloak and placed it on your shoulders.

«You give that brat too much attention. Come inside the tent before you get sick and leave him by himself. He survived worse.»