Cedar Sweep I dropped the berry in a stream

Ragna nodded firmly, a non-verbal you're welcome. While she didn't think that the ivory woman would knowingly trespass, or even get too close, Ragna would have wanted to be warned so that she could alter her course if she so wished.

She was disappointed to learn that the woman was unfamiliar with even Ragnar's name. No, not unfamiliar, but forgotten. Immediately Ragna released the hope that she had found another lost sister, a hope she hadn't been clinging to, but was still reluctant to let go of. There was still the chance that they were related, but if this woman had forgotten her family, Ragna did not want to try. Not after her encounter and subsequent disagreement (to put it mildly) with Kjallar.

My sympathies, she said softly. Ragna was empathetic, for though she had memories to cling to of her mother, they had been apart for so long that Ragna was unsure of which were real and which were the inventions of her own mind. What is your name? Ragna asked. If the name was of Nordic descend, or even Nordic influence, there was still a chance. As an afterthought she provided her own name. I am Ragna.