Ragnar jumps rather suddenly at her voice, even for as quiet and soft as it is and he blinks several times before her request to serve registers. He then nods and holds his cup out and realizes that he likely nodded off slightly due to being warm and full of soup and tired from the days events so far.

Women like this one are usually slaves where he's from, but one look at the girl and Ragnar feels she is of the same age of his son, Bjorn, though perhaps slightly younger, though not as young as Gyda before she perished.

When she finishes pouring, he catches her gaze. "Do you call everyone that?" he questions. "Or only the ones you pour for?"