"I wouldn't know, sadly food like that is nothing but ashe." A fact she did lament quite a bit. While at the same time she was finding it hard to believe she was talking so frankly with Thor. The god of Thunder. And could absolutely see why he commanded it as he did. The stories and fables did not lie.
Once the ache subsided, she did drop to one knee, her head bowed, one balled fist against the ground beside her knee, as the other leg lay bent. "Your Godliness, I dare not ask more of you. Especially as I am empty handed. But I fear, unless I am ready to meet my death, I am stuck here until sunset. And although the prophecy has been fulfilled I would much rather meet a worthy death."
Brynn only hoped that her subjugation did not come too late. He did not seem angry. But she had never faced a god before.