Lagertha sighed, her gaze falling to the ground momentarily, when the child spoke the words she'd been dreading to hear. Still, an expected blow could be deflected and was better than an unexpected one any day.
"That would be helpful," Lagertha agreed. The child was doing well, but he wouldn't be able to provide her with all the answers she needed and she didn't want to disconcert him more than she already had. He was young - he had plenty of time and room left on his growing shoulders for the many troubles that life would bring.
"My name is Lagertha, Henrik," she said, whilst still crouched down at his height, offering him a friendly smile. "You are a good boy. Thank you."