For a second, she appeared almost surprised by the question. Then her lips parted.
"I heard it somewhere in passing," she explained with a small smile. "And when I woke up, it was all I could think about."
It was only half the truth. The song had been the same one the woman in her dream had sung to a fussy baby, gently rocking him as she tried to soothe his cries. Three days had passed since that strange dream, yet its details lingered with unsettling clarity. Details like the warmth of the small bedroom, the soft cadence of the lullaby, and the overwhelming sense that she had been witnessing something deeply personal.
The only reason she hadn't told Ragnar about it yet was because she hadn't made sense of it herself.
She wanted to ask how he knew the melody she had been humming moments ago, but in the end, she didn't have to.
