Bryn stroked her fingers through Zu's hair, slow and gentle as she told her story. Or the part she had not heard yet. "I wouldn't call you a terrorist. I would call you a warrior. A warrior against injustice." There was no hiding the pride in her voice. "But no matter what, you will have a home with us." Because Bryn would break worlds just to get her daughter in Valhalla where she belonged. Nero couldn't deny her that.
"You're home now. I know it's hard to think so, but it is time to rest for you. When you return you'll be rejuvenated and able to take them all on." She didn't know for sure, that would be how the way it was, but she liked the idea of it.