Lagertha had learned through enough nights out raiding that sometimes you had to share space with people you didn't know, or didn't know well. The warm arm wrapped around her was given a soft hum; the shieldmaiden lost in dreams of another time where the farm was prosperous and the future held nothing but opportunities of victory and glory.

The movement and involuntary recognition lifted her from them and she cracked open one eye, let it focus, rubbed her face and looked groggily over her shoulder. That wasn't the body she remembers falling asleep with last night, but, outside of a slight widening, woken expression, she didn't really have a problem with it.