"One could say the same of my own story." How many times was he all but scolded for not fighting against the Norsemen, or trying to run away when he had the chance those early years. Nevermind that he'd never even held a weapon prior to his capture, and even on the farm, when he had plenty of chances to escape, he had no money to buy safe passage and no where to go once he got there.
"I'll hear it all the same." He watched her taking off her shoes, while finding a bench for himself. Truth be told, he was as glad of this place as much as she-less people and a chance to hear himself think.