Helga looks up as she cleans up the table where she prepares Floki's medicines.

"Hello, Athelstan," she greets him, brightly as ever, though her smile is a bit rueful. "Not much, I'm afraid. But I think our little plan is working, since Floki insisted on trying to get up and stand on his own."

Floki shoots her a look.

"Plan? What little plan? You and the priest were making little plans while I was unconscious?"