@not-born-heroes
Ubbe had backed off at her insistence, and she had had two men drag him back to town. The man, the sword, everything about him, had drawn her eye and she was interested to know more about this strange warrior. The fact that she was told he was a Christian, mattered not to Lagertha, she had dealt with them on more than one occasion.
Still dressed in her armor, covered head to toe in blood and gore from others, she had sat down on the side of the bed he had been placed on, had watched him as he was seemingly still unconscious, had studied his face. He was a handsome man, for a Christian.
When he stirred, she noticed she had started to lean forward, and sat up straight once again, though she did not take her eyes off of him.