"A daughter?" Ragnar looked like he had more to say, but then Ivar mentioned England. Ragnar's entire demeanor changed, suddenly keenly interested, gaze intense, burning with a fierceness and passion that Ivar had likely never witnessed in his father's eyes.

"Ah, yes. England. I also have plans to return. Plans for England and her Kings.

Your daughter is here though? She... also felt out of place? Can you take her with you? Not to England. Back to... I don't think you said where you were from," Ivar was Viking, obviously. They'd established that. And he'd heard of Ragnar, but many knew his name these days. Part of him, admittedly a very small part of him, was curious for Ivar's sake, but he was mostly asking the question for himself and Gyda. Not that he would admit that.