"Oh, I have, since the great outing, I have corrected more than a few Museums and donated a little swath of DNA to prove what I was saying was truth. But some mistakes have to be forgiven, because there aren't exact Norse to modern English translations, or other languages for that matter, for some things." Bryn grinned at him. "What's hard is not grabbing one of the fake weapons they have on display and showing its proper use, when they get belligerent. But that's the drengr in me." She shrugged, knowing violence wasn't an expectable answer to most things these days.
"Ah, so you'll be learning with me." She watched with curiosity written clearly on her features, as he changed demeanors. The whites of his eyes were most pointed indicator, but also his stature, he stood taller, almost with more confidence, while shielding himself at the same time. And then came the accent, it was one she had liked when they first met, but one that also made her heart ache at the same time. "Two souls in one body, that is what my people called it. And unless you are possessed, that isn't entirely an accurate descriptor if you're a shrink. Which I am not. What matters to me is if you are both happy as you are. Are you?"