Hearing Ruby's wise words make Ivar smile in relief. "You always know just what to say to soothe my mind. How did you become so wise?" Ivar asks as he sips his wine, letting his pain start to trickle away with the help of Ruby's blood.

"You know, most in Kattegat say you are a witch." Really, being someone who could perform magic would have explained so much about the woman and her strange ways but Ivar didn't believe it. She may have been mystical but Ruby was also grounded in a way he hadn't really found with someone like, say, the Seer.