Sylvie couldn't help the look of shock on her face when Frigga said that she wanted to make it better for her. She didn't know how to feel about that. She couldn't remember a time when someone had wanted that for her. It made her... uncomfortable? Hopeful? She didn't know how to trust this. She didn't know how to process this feeling. She shifted uneasily in front of the woman.. her mother.
"They only prune you if your existence does something so important that it creates a branch in the time line... they call it a nexus event, though no one ever told me the crimes against me." She had asked. She knew Ravonna was lying when she said she didn't know, but maybe the Man at the ENd of Time would know. She took a staggered breath.
"Thor is my brother though, yes. A knuckle head who had just inherited a hammer." She smirked a little at the thought. The vague memory of their weapons. "I need not comfort."