Maybe that was her problem. She was still in love with Thor. But rather than confirm what Astrid had said, as her arms bound around her daughters middle to hug her back, because, by the gods she needed it, they were interrupted by her wee spawn. At the feel of little arms around her legs, amusement lit the back of her eyes.
Bryn actually chuckled softly. "Well you should have been telling him stories. From what I hear you had tattoos, and to have tattoos you have to have stories for them." Of course that wasn't how it was nowadays but she figured it was okay for Hródolf to think it important.
"I'm sorry. I tried to keep my voice low. But I don't think he wants his bed. So maybe it's better to wear him out?"