It had taken a lot of pauses in between her apartment and the lake to get there. She had never felt the overwhelming urge to puke since she had lived, but she found her head between her knees on more than one occasion. Loki was right, there had been leaps and bounds in Midguardian medicine.
Even with all the stops, Bryn still managed to make it there quicker than any mortal would have been able too. But she slowed as she neared the lake. There was no need to frighten her daughter. She could not deny that seeing her tied up by the god was amusing. "A god needs to tie a Viking that who's health is failing?" She teased Kai, just a little. "I will not tell Nandita." She spoke in the common language between them, before slipping in to Norse. Like an old shoe. "Brenna please stop fighting him." Now she only had to wait for her daughter's reaction. And she did with baited breath.