"North." He repeated as she spoke it, nodding again as one of his loose braids shifted. Most norsemen could braid well, Thorfinn never mastered it. In his youth he left his hair hanging wild and let the natural volume reign. She had seen that wild hair in Medietas. Once it grew longer, and Einar became a constant in his life he took to tying it back with a long stripe of twine in a high right pony tail. The loose braids were strange but a start. He would get better with it.

In time.

Everything would come in time.

He moved his hand towards the map and then to the sun compass. "Run. Find." Run he knew from the raids, find he picked up around the house. He meant explore but he worked with what he knew even when it was frustrating. He wished Einar was there. Einar could translate got him, make it all easier… but no. He never took the easy way. It was not his way.

He motioned back to the table, a silent question of if she wanted to sit back down.