It's been a long time since he's heard these verses and he's not even sure who he last heard them from. His mother, perhaps, but she is little more than a half-memory to him now. It's soothing, reaffirming, although to hear Hecate sing in his language was not something he'd expected.
It's beautiful.
When she finishes, he says nothing nor makes any movement at all for several moments. Finally, "Þakka þér."