"Marriage is good," Siggy said matter-of-factly. "It keeps you busy. A woman will have a husband, children, and property to look after. In time perhaps you should be married. But I had a husband, and children, and property, and I have already lost them all. I do not wish to do that again, and not here in a foreign land."
The suggestion to grow plants was well-meant, she knew. She had not tended to the land much as Aslaug's handmaid; that task had been left to various thralls and karls of Kattegat. And she certainly had not done those tasks as Earl Haraldson's wife. But she remembered enough from her childhood, and this place was not Kattegat. Indeed, if she did not tend to a garden in this place where people were convinced that food came from boxes, then she may not see real food at all.
"I can do this," Siggy said grimly, setting her jaw.