There was a bump forming on my temple, I guessed from where it had hit the floor.
"I did ask you to sit down first," Frór said.
"Mormor blamed you," I said, rubbing absently at that bump as I sat up.
"Yes," he agreed.
"But it wasn't your fault," I said. "Thorbjorn and I were following you after you specifically told us not to do so. It wasn't your fault."
"You assume I didn't know you two were there," he said.
"Did you?" I asked. He picked Mjolner up from his lap and settled him against his shoulder, stroking his back in long strokes that had the cat purring in delight. "Perhaps."
I got up from the floor and unsteadily made my way over to the other chair by the fire. I looked around the room again. The books weren't the only familiar things. The bearskin rug in front of the fire was
