"Þakka fyrir," Lagertha breathed, giving the boy a short nod. She disliked relying on a child for help, but she didn't think she had any other options at the moment.
Lagertha listened intently as the boy spoke, trying to take in all that he was saying. It sounded impossible, but she didn't have any other explanation to where she was or how she'd got there so, for the moment, she remained silent, just nodding to signal that she understood.
"I wish to know how I may return home," she said, her voice low and grave. "I lead a large army and I must return to them. Their future, my future, is uncertain and I must be with them and my family." Even as she spoke, she could feel a sinking feeling in her stomach. If this child had been her a long time, as he professed to have been, perhaps the answer to her question was not a simple one. Perhaps there was no answer at all.