She actually gave a small smile when he picked her up and promised that he and Fenrir would go nowhere. She still felt awkward with smiles - too long with her features turn into a frown. She forgot about smiling. Sometimes Hel felt so young again with them both, even if they were caught in these strange shapes now.
"I could," Hel considered out loud, frowning with thought. "How... does a person make friends? And what should I do with them?"