Athelstan still doesn't mention Lagertha disappearing. For all he knows she will return. He doesn't know how long he can give her before he tells Gyda she isn't coming back. But he's sure it will happen. He's sure the Lord will let him know when the right time is.
But she looks beautiful, she looks happy. Odd. And she's so- she looks so alive. And so absorbed. He is a little sorry for disturbing her. Yet even then she is content.
"Okay. I know the weather doesn't usually turn like this back home," Athelstan says, hesitating a moment before he tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear. "You have- you've managed to pick up everything so well. I- you're very- you're very talented, Gyda." He doesn't know why this feels so awkward now.