"Our language has been swallowed up by others, most of the others speak a language..." She dipped into english as she did. "English." As there was not a word for it in their language. She slid back into Norse as if that was what she'd spoke the whole time. "The Gods will be the only ones that will understand you easily."
Bryn was tickled by when he hid in her skirt. "Oh! Where did Hródolf go? I cannot see him." She gasped softly. She remembered playing those games with her babies. It made her heart ache in a way that wasn't unpleasant.
"Now we must be quiet. Brenna may be sleeping." Though she hoped some of the noise had roused her youngest daughter.