If she were honest, Bryn was only open about her emotions when she was intoxicated. And without the bracelet on her wrist, it had been a very long time since she had been. But she was grateful for his listening.
With a great sigh, she flung an arm wide. "It is life, people come, they go. They die, and sometimes you live on and see the process repeat itself over and over. That is why we celebrate their life after they go. To show them in Valhalla, or wherever it is that Christians go, that they were loved, cared for, here in Midgard. Though in Thor's case it is probably back to Asgard."
She turned when he put her leg on her lap. Leaving the other to dangle in the water. "What did you think I would say?" Amusement laced her words.
"Mmm, but in all fairness, he was twelve hundred years before you years before you."