"Are there many people who would want to put you in a prison?" She sits with his help, her words quiet but heavily accented. For a moment she closes her eyes, trying to touch the still forming minds inside of her. At only three months their voices are faint, but now they are even quieter, that much harder to reach. It makes her frown as she tries to quell the panic.

"Aurora," she answers, "Thor son of Odin. I do not know why you are here. Those that would like to keep me should not want another."