Hrefna did not react to the Dwarf referring to her as 'fork-head'. It was not a term she was familiar with, so it did not occur to her that she was being called out. At least, not until the tiny thing began shouting at her directly. There were not many people Hrefna could look down upon, but here were two, and they were both yappy pups. It seemed that tiny animals tended to make the loudest noise. Hrefna grinned.

"You say 'fork-head'. This is new term. Because of my horns, yes? Is very funny."

As she discussed this casually, she gestured with the heads she was carrying, making even more of a mess for the employees to fuss over. She would let them do their job. They were both in the occupation of cleaning up messes, and since she took joy in her work, so too must they.

"But worry not, little one. I will not spill blood into your cups. This is blood of Hrefna's enemy, and you are not entitled to imbibe in it. If this blood makes its way into any cup, it shall be mine. You sit and drink all day like lazy kitten, so the glory is not for you," she stated matter-of-factly, "but floor... floor holds up every seeker of glorious combat. Floor is honorable, so floor can have."

Hrefna turned her gaze from the Dwarf to the flailing hammer-child, then to the lamia. Then, at last, to Csenge.

"I am finished with the baby-child," Hrefna related bluntly to the older woman, "but if she is in need of guidance, I shall take care of her. I will be unoccupied once I turn in previous job, and it would not do for her to die so early on."