He looked up at her. He had a annoyed look on his face. He didn't remember the name of the village. He sat back crossing his arms. "I don't remember, I was five when my father was killed." He might have known had he offered up his parents names but he didn't.

"Your her aren't you... You're Ylva." He just said what had been bouncing though his head. He didn't care that he had been rude. No he felt bad that he said his parents are dead and maybe just May be Helga wasn't.