Ivar looks unimpressed by the news, folding his arms across his chest, a stubborn expression on his face. "Is that all?"

Priorities. The Viking has them. With all the arrogance of youth, he doesn't really consider the possibility of getting hurt or even dying from the flames. Then again, he might just be a little addled from too much oxygen deprivation. Either way, it's clear that Ava isn't going to get him to move unless she does it herself. He gives her an appraising look. While he's seen shieldmaidens just as small able to kill men on the battlefield, there was a big difference between doing that and bodily carrying a man.