Stavanger Bay sending a danger signal

that's fine, and sorry must have forgotten to answer that question!

Lagertha nodded, a pleasant smile still remaining on her face for she thought things were going well. The sudden tinge of suspicion in him, the glint in his eyes as he rose himself up disturbed her. Lagertha had thought for sure that she could be friends with Syzmon as well. 

The smile slipped from her face, a reproachful; almost offended look taking its place as her tail stopped wagging. "I vould never hert her," she intoned solemnly, all she had to say on the subject. 

"I lef' my last home," she answered easily, the easy tone gone from her voice and replaced with something formal. Turning, the Viking stopped to call over her shoulder. "I must be going. Borders to patrol, such," she turned back around, loping away from Doe's man with nary another word.