His mother once told him that he had his fathers eyes, sometimes looking away when he stared at her for some such reason or another. Then there was Lagertha who told him he looked exactly as Ragnar did when he was young. He didn't care either way because he was his own man. But when he was younger, he looked up to his father and learned so much simply by watching him. And watching her was telling him some things, too.

Even before she all but confirmed her loneliness.

There were words he didn't quite understand, only translating by way of logic. Ubbe had learned about the different world, but wasn't too sure he believed that kind of magic possible. In Kattegat, people came from different lands all the time; some slaves from across great distances.

The term 'years' caused him to look back towards the fire uncertainly before shaking his head. "I do not how long that is." He looks back to her. "Why do you think they want to keep you here? Do you have something they want?"

Which was usually the way it went where he was from. Was she hiding something from them?