Her heart is fit for home

“You’ve been away for so long,” Randvi said. When she looked at Eivor, fly-aways spilling out of her braid and smelling of the sea, bleary eyed and still in thrall’s clothes, she was filled with an overwhelming sense of relief. (There was something else, too; she burned sweetly with it, and perhaps she would finally allow herself to call it as it was, soon.) “You look like shit.”(While Eivor is away in Vinland, Randvi manages what the drengr has left behind and comes to an acceptance of who her home has always been with.)