Astrid had taken a few steps closer to the woman, then stopped when she took her hands away from her face. She was familiar, yes, but it wasn't until she spoke again that Astrid realised why.
"Mother?!" she blurted out, and then stopped. "But... You're dead. Does that mean... Am I dead? Hródolf too?" Her son was hugged close as she thought out loud; the little boy grabbed hold of Astrid's hair and babbled something in her ear before shoving a fist in his mouth. Had something killed her baby and she'd known nothing about it?