As far as Floki knows, the girl is alive. Bad news travels slowly, however swift the messenger.

"Gyda!" he chirps, a grin deepening the laugh lines on his face, as he crosses the room to join her by the fire.

"What a surprise that one of your doors has brought you here. What are you up to?"

Floki likes Ragnar's children. It is already plain to see that they carry the best of both Ragnar and Lagertha within them.