[ The cave's shadows seem to recede from her face as the tale progresses, and when he tells her the summer was long and painful, a smile slips through the mask, knowing.

She giggles, the sound echoing like a short-lived cascade in the cave's depths. ]

Dragon-goats, why not? [ She pushes lightly at his shoulder with a playful hand, chiding, ] You baited him!

[ But there was no malice in the jape, and it is clear that Thor could have stopped whenever he wished. Perhaps he had liked being baited. ]

You are gods of different things, true ... but you are not so different, you and your brother.