"I am she. Brynhild, of Ingouf. Wife of Magnus." She spoke slowly, because the words were painful. They were all things she was not anymore. Ingouf no longer existed, and Magnus was awaiting her in Valhalla. She had not introduced herself in such away in a very long time. But the gates that threatened to break were held up by paper mache and wood pulp.
"Undo her bindings before you vanish, please? And thank you for saving her from the water." Though she was almost sure most of her children could swim, she wasn't sure about Brenna in her contition.