Thor was touching her. Siggy's breath caught in her throat. For a moment, her mind was blank. What had she wanted to ask?
She stood, gathering her thoughts. "There is one I cared for," she said, speaking with all of the dignity that she could muster and not meeting Thor's eyes. "Rollo of Kattegat. He prayed to you above all others, sacrificing to you before battle. Before I... before I came to be here, he was away with his brother, Ragnar Lothbrok, in the land of the Angles. Do you watch over him still? Will you keep him glorious in battle, as he wished?"
Rollo had not been a perfect man, but he had been good to Siggy before and after the death of her husband. She would not have him protected, as that was not what he would want. It was not what she wanted. They had worked to have him be as bright a star as his famous brother, and she would not have that taken away now.