The forest: Derek F/Ragnar L
Ragnar blinked slowly. It was an acknowledgement that he didn't particularly want to make. He could pretend. The language was like music to his ears. It had been so long since he'd heard it in any fashion. So much more melodic than modern Norwegian.
"And of my daughter," he replied. Gyda. He always thought of her, always counted her among his children. "And I know who you are. I did not expect you to be so beautiful." Ragnar grinned, looking into the fire.
He didn't look up for the moment, didn't think too much of the offer to hunt. Just a moment was all he needed. She would still look like Lagertha if he turned away from the fire, and he had to deal with that.
"What shall we hunt, my lady?" Ragnar asked, finally looking up again, spinning his knife around expertly. It still felt comfortable in his hand. "There are large appetites to sate, I think."
He made his way slowly towards her, holding his own hand out towards the flames, though not as close as hers. "I am yours to command."