Tove she gives her name. Sanngriðr thinks it through for a moment and nods once. It's with interest that she studies the stranger, her pelt spun of the cosmos itself. How strange. Red skies at night or however it went in the common tongue. Hm, close enough. The priestess staggers towards them, and Sanngriðr offers an appraising look. Iðunn lolled against her side, and the valkyrie rolled her eyes without concealing her smile. Fucking dork, there was no telling exactly what she'd consumed but whatever. Such was life around here.
"Don't be rude," Sanngriðr chastised for just a moment. The pair spoke in their mother tongue, something that would exclude this Tove. How would they learn what they could from her if she was alienated? It was something to keep in mind, at least for the valkyrie. Strangers would bring new knowledge, would bring news of a world they didn't understand yet. It was important that they feel like they were welcome in their midst. Still, she's enjoying dinner too much to really push it.
Before she can speak again, Bodin returns to camp. His reaction to the stranger makes her heart squeeze... why did it feel like this? What was the strange pang that bloomed within her ribs. It's her brother's protective reaction as well that reminder her she should be... careful. Yes, she should be careful in moments like this. They all need to be careful in moments like this... then why is the first feeling to bubble to the surface for Sanngriðr jealousy? What was the relation? How did they... how did they know each other? The valkyrie watched with baited breath.
