It does not seem as though she minds his nearness, shoulder to shoulder with him, though her hands twist against the pool of her skirt, belying a hint of uncertainty. She lowers her head thoughtfully, considering.
It is perhaps true that she finds the scent of smoke a bit overwhelming though, more than a pack in one day is somewhat potent. Still, she holds her tongue on the matter.
"I do know.. one. Völuspá. Shall I sing it for you then?"