Valkyrie had just come in after another trip through a door, bringing a bag of canned goods and pasta. She did like pasta, even if it could put on pounds when not respected. She had a sword strapped to her back. Her clothes were modern, or modern adjacent: jeans, jacket over a plain tee, and good combat boots. None of it spoke too much of armor.
"Princess Lunafreya," Val nodded slightly as she started putting away the nonperishables she'd found. They were each set in a specific place; she set things just so. "Yes, I'm Valkyrie." She gave the other woman a slight smile before she went back to doing whatever she was doing, working methodically as usual.
"It could be that are other Valkyrie around, but I believe I am the only one who lives here." She gave Lunafreya a slight smile and a nod. "You are the princess he protected and died for." Nyx had told her a good bit about the woman he left behind when he died; there were other things unsaid, but she didn't push. "That is who you are, yes?"
She finished what she was doing and turned to look at the woman, finally focusing on her completely. Her eyes narrowed slightly as if she were sizing the blond up. There was a lack of competition or threat in it; she was curious.