Siggy nodded mutely, her mouth setting into a hard line. Immediate concerns were always to be seen to first. Once she was warm and dry again, she could make sense of everything: this strange place, the woman's strange clothes and tongue, and why she was not dead.
If she had been the only one in the water, then she knew for sure that she had saved Aslaug's sons. Ubbe and Hvitserk would live, as her own sons had not. She would cling to that, whatever came next.