[Strange and curious. Ivar might not be so caught off-guard if he'd run into people who had left and come back before, but Jon is the first he's seen.]

Sometimes, I fear this place is like an animal pen, where the hogs are kept to grow fat and content until the slaughter. It's easy to let your guard down.

[There's a visible change in Ivar's demeanor when he speaks of his child. Something in him that relaxes and softens a little bit. If he has one reason to love, or more cynically a weakness that can be used against him, she's it.]

Three months. Her name is Winter.