The row house had only been in Eir's ownership for the last 3 centuries or so, and proven to be an excellent place of refuge and experimentations in dangerous times during the war when she had scant little time to go back to Lyfia. After the war, as the area around had crumbled under the weight of modernism, Eir too allowed the house to fade slowly into the background. Overgrown greenery soon mask the entrance to the house and underneath the growth, flakes of paint and dusty windows looked out onto the River Seine.
The goddess flinched a little as she pulled the curtains open again, the dusty of the last decade or so drifting in the air and causing her to sneeze a little. She wrinkled her nose as she tied the back the curtains and open the doors leading out to the lush back garden. Even as the world moved on, there were tokens of the Wars that could not be eradicated from the house - the potato patch where she had diligently tried to grow rations, the herbal garden that was now overrun by weeds. Eir hadn't meant to come back here for some time but it was partially because of Sigyn that she had returned.
She knew that she could hardly spend every day watching the other goddess and had to allow her some time alone - especially not after the look that Sigyn had given her - almost accusatory. She pouted a little - how could Sigyn accuse her of drugging her? It wasn't technically drugs but natural supplements to help her sleep. Perhaps she should have asked first but Sigyn in her ways did say that she would do anything Eir recommended and first off, having a good sleep was on top of everything else. Technically if she was sick, the patient should not protest that much and just leave Eir to do her job.
Eir sighed heavily, knowing that in some way, she had - like as with Idunn been misunderstood in ways that... just wasn't her fault. She also knew that she shouldn't think of such matters now - they were inconsequential to the work she did and for now and perhaps forever, that would be what she needed to work on.
She turned around, nearly tripping on some forgotten experimentation on a badly rusted movable leg frame and reaching up to hold it to topple. Eir bent down with a fond smile as she touched one of the swinging levers - the apparatus was she had started on during the first world war - a rehabilitation treatment to replace the quality of life taken from the amputees but somehow, like many experiments - forgotten along the way.
The knock on the wooden door startled her as the frame fell away from her and back onto the floor with a crash. Who was it? She could sense the divinity behind the door but who was it? Eir had scarcely entertained people here and she was sure that no one in the Norse Pantheon knew of this hideout - no, not even Frig.
She hurried to the door, peering through the dusty peephole where she could make out - Asklepios? What was the Greek God doing here? Does he not know? of Sigyn's chateau. They had crossings before but more of professional nature though if he was here to criticize about how she was treating her patients - it could end up in another long long argument. He was a man of strange healing means but in all, meant well.
Above all, she never forgot that - one more healer around was better than none.
The antiquated lock tumblers fell backwards with a crash as she pulled the door back and peered out, half standing out, half hiding behind the lock door.
Eir squinted in the daylight, "Bonjour." before realizing she had lapsed back into the French language and that maybe somewhere Asklepios did not understand french, "Hi.Hello.Greetings." She could think of the greek word for greetings.