Stavanger Bay I don't mean to dist-herb you

Lagertha felt a stab of guilt but stood by what she said, this patient of the witch doctor was more important than play. She reached out, nudging her head against the shorter woman, which took a bit of craning, similar to the way an affectionate cat might. 

"Don't vorry. I am sticking around fur gut tis time. If only for my friend," Lagertha beamed at Doe, certain even if Thor himself came down from Valhalla and commanded her to leave; she would not. The Viking cared for the odd little woman. 

"Aye," she muttered anxiously, under her breath as to not let on about her sudden worry over the bees. It was silly of her, Doe needed this honey and stings would heal quickly.