"I do not blame you," Lagertha replied. It was depressing how much time people spent inside in this time. It had been so nice to actually be outside again when she'd been in the Shire. She had been able to feel the wind blowing through her hair again and the giving nature of the earth beneath her feet. Although Lawrence wasn't exactly the green, open spaces and ancient woodland that Lagertha craved, she could understand why Grantaire would enjoy being outside in the fresh air as opposed to cooped up in the Inn.
Lagertha chuckled, lifting her coffee cup to her lips and taking a sip through the ridiculous little drinking hole in the lid. The woman in the shop had been right, it did taste lovely. She couldn't even begin to imagine how one would go about making anything taste that way. "You are a little, what is the word... pathetic," Lagertha shrugged, lowering her cup to rest on her thigh. "But I think we are all allowed to be a little pathetic sometimes." She had had a few pathetic moments herself, after Gyda had died, after she had left Ragnar, before she had forced herself to pick herself up and start again.
"Besides," she added, with a small smile. "I lied. Athelstan is also very whiny."