Svala didn’t know how to respond to that. So Astrid had been in that position too? Interesting. She thought as she took her porridge with a thankful smile. “I hope he does as well. I mourn form my village, it saddens me I am no longer part of it but…I am alive and they are dead. Going somewhere better, Valhala awaits many of them. I am truly glad they will see it and await the day when I will one day join them.”<br/><br/>She lowers her gaze a moment and thinks over her next words carefully. She took some of the food into her mouth and felt the warmth fill her up. It was good to eat and she felt like she had not eaten in days. Before she knew it the food was gone and her mead was finished. There was an apologetic look on her face for her horrible manners but she set the now empty bowl aside and just sat there listening to Astrid speak.<br/><br/>Her attention is drawn away for a bit by the sound of activity outside. They were getting ready for the feast so early. At the mention of her fighting skills he returned her gaze to Astrid and briefly debated with herself on whether or not she should tell her. In the end she said; “My father.” A small smirk touched her lips when she added. “He had wanted sons but all he had was me. Mother took ill and could no longer give birth to any children after me. I was young when he started training me. Treated me as one of the male children despite my mother’s protests.”<br/><br/>She let out a long breath. “I was the only one to carry on his legacy and he wanted to be sure I knew how to defend myself and kill when necessary.”