( well, what a literal kick in the heartstrings. lagertha can't say that she can empathize with that. until she lost them, her children had been with her or her husband in one way or another.
she closes her eyes, and imagines gyda at seven. all arms and legs, a plait already down to the small of her back which would fly behind her as she ran everywhere. like quicksilver. when she opens them once again, it seems she has found some empathy in that memory. her features soften, and she nods. )
I know. You would want her with you, to raise and cherish. I am very sorry.
( she means it.
and he might know, somehow that she'll grow up fine - how, well. she won't pry in order to find out how. but she can't travel to the future to see where her son will end up, or if he'll be healthy and eat properly, and learn to defend himself well. )
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she closes her eyes, and imagines gyda at seven. all arms and legs, a plait already down to the small of her back which would fly behind her as she ran everywhere. like quicksilver. when she opens them once again, it seems she has found some empathy in that memory. her features soften, and she nods. )
I know. You would want her with you, to raise and cherish. I am very sorry.
( she means it.
and he might know, somehow that she'll grow up fine - how, well. she won't pry in order to find out how. but she can't travel to the future to see where her son will end up, or if he'll be healthy and eat properly, and learn to defend himself well. )