Inge's eyes moved over to Svala when the girl suddenly spoke before Astrid could say a word. The girl would actually have the nerve the open her mouth in the household she had just moved into, with her family wiped out last night... Her voice was calm but to Inge it all sounded like bottled up arrogance that wanted to get out and settle everything that they hadn't been able to finish last night with swords in their hands. For all she cared, this girl could run away and never come back. She could freeze in the girl and she wouldn't even blink. Inge simply didn't care enough to worry about her running away.<br/><br/>"Was that a squeak?" Inge asked, looking away from Svala and then allowing a forced smile to appear on her face. "I must have stepped on something, mother."<br/><br/>"Enough!" Astrid yelled out. "Take responsibility for your words and actions. You are a grown woman, yet hardly capable of keeping yourself alive against an enemy."<br/><br/>Inge arched a brow at Astrid, not saying anything as she poured herself some mead. Of course she cared about Ketill, but what really made her angry was the way Jonas was taking it all. Was he even a man? Were they even family? Questions like these often bothered her when they weren't getting drunk together and were having serious conversations instead. Jonas was such a coward and way too sensitive about things. The reason why he wasn't with his brothers was because he couldn't even lift a sword against an enemy.<br/><br/>"Have you cooled down now?" Astrid asked, observing her daughter. "I have a favor to ask from you. You and Jonas should make Svala feel comfortable and show her the village, maybe introduce her to the others." The matron smiled a bit. "Jonas and Svala won't join us for the feast. I will prepare something special for them so they can mourn. Do you understand?"<br/><br/>Inge pushed another smile on her lips. "I have to show her around? I don't think she even cares." She spoke, as if Svala wasn't even in the room. "You know mother, there's no use in being nice to her. She's just trying to figure a way to plant a knife into our hearts to get revenge."<br/><br/>"Even so, she's one of us now and we should treat her as one of us and not some animal." Astrid argued back. "Please, Inge. That's all I'm asking from you right now."<br/><br/>The young woman rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Fine. But I'm not doing it without Jonas. Where is he?"<br/><br/>"Well, perhaps you two should go look for him." Astrid smiled, having softened Inge just a little bit. "That will give you two some time to get to know each other."<br/><br/>Oh joy, getting to know each other. Inge could hardly wait.