“I understand,” Nazara murmured in the common tongue, his accent a mixture of Scandinavian and Amazon, favoring neither, for despite that he'd been reared in Odinn's Cove and favored the way of the Northmen more than he did the fierce women of whose womb he was born from, his mother had been a prominent figure in his life, regardless. Though he did not love her culture, or their treatment of his sex, he did love her unconditionally, unable to help it. After all, she was his mother more than she had been anything else. Until he had been weaned from her milk she had deigned to stay in the Cove with her “heathen lover”, though Nazara would not have normally gone so far as to call Dagrún and Princess Xiuhcoatl lovers of any sort. Two wolves, under normal circumstance unable to ever take a mate and produce children had been chosen by their superiors, spoken at the decree of their respective Gods, forced into an unlawful and begrudging union to create not a child but a peace treaty. A weapon more like, Nazara amended with a thought that left a bitter after taste in his mouth. Of course, they were going to do it.
He would, if he'd have been in their position. It was stupid to be outlawed from having children or taking a wife/mate simply because, in Dagrún's case he was a bastard, a “half breed” between two opposing cultures, or if one was to believe Váli a mistake that should have never happened, and in Princess Xiuhcoatl's case because she was not Queen and would never be queen given that she was the younger sister. To Nazara, whom might have been clouded by childish ignorance, those rules seemed stupid. Luckily, though, this woman seemed determined to help him search for his half-uncle, of which he was internally grateful. “Well, sometimes he goes by Heimdall on Outrider missions, but his given name is Ragnar. Ragnar Loðbrók.” Nazara told her, figuring that it might not hurt to give her his alias as well, in case she had stumbled upon him and he had given her the guise of 'Heimdall'.