The knock of shoulders got a grin out of him. Einar used to do that, it felt so familiar, so much of a promise. He's not alone, he has Jo. He didn't have quitting in his vocabulary, sure he would learn the would, but he would never accept it. The Son of Thors, Karlsefni, The slave who stopped a king, the companion of Jo, none of these sides of him, none of them knew what quitting was. Even when he wanted to stop and give up and just wollow in self pity he couldn't. He would go collect branches or hunt, or clean. He wouldn't ever quit. Not on her, not on life. "We do." He mirrored the sentiment, he had first spoke.

He dropped back in the chair, watchful as she sat back on the table. A strange pair, a man more comfortable on the floors and in the dirt, and a woman who sits on tables with the presence of a shield maiden. He had no doubts if the choice ever came about she would become the villages jarl. He pushed such thoughts away as he chuckled, half understanding what she said. "They not know us." He lifted a hand to his chest. "We defeat." He didn't have to hurt people to show the world he was a force of nature.