The first bit she would nod. Some of it would be more clear with more experience in her new role, but she was not incorrect for the most part.

Again that light laugh, and run of that hand up Lagertha's leg to her hand, pulling her up. "Only for some."

If the mortal chose to follow her, oh wait she had her had, she'd lead her to the small closet offset from the room. It was a modest collection of various dresses, skirts, armour and shirts...ranking over a century of style, though some might be a bit long for the blonde. "Help yourself while I ready."

With that she turned to the begin the process of braiding her hair.