It was indeed huge for Brenna. She was standing in the realm of the gods. This was everything her legends had ever talked about. She took in the smells and the sounds of Asgard. It was something she had to repeat multiple times and it still would not sink in. Everyone who passed by was a god. Not as important as the ones she had already met but one of the Aesir nonetheless. Everything sold on the markets was made by gods, every voice spoken was those of the gods... perfect Old Norse was filling her ears. It was beautiful to hear the world full of it once again. The young woman had never been one to cry or get too emotional but, by Odin, she was close now.
"Ah," Brenna answered as she looked over to Dan, who was dressed just like everyone else. Who was dressed just like one of the gods. Brenna was as well. It had taken some convincing from her betrothed to allow herself to slip into the garments. "Aye." She confirmed his question eventually. She was not quite sure what he had asked her, her mind had been too busy failing at everything. So now she was watching him trying to figure out what she had agreed to.