Ah, he actually meant an object, a gift? That was very curious, and her interest was piqued. What did a War God give? Aragorn came over and she patted his nose. "He was praising you, Aragorn, it is undoubtedly an honor. Let's get you back before the offal stains your legs," she said and climbed into the saddle.
Once permitted by Odin, Brunhilde wasted no time vanishing from the Golden Hall for the barracks on the Western side. Her place was light on decor, why bother buying things you couldn't take?, but furniture had be well carved and solid. She had sent for food and wine, as a fight always woke many hungers. Washed as well, she was trying the wine when the knocking started. Opening her door, she gave him a play-wary look. "I warn you. Punch me again and I will toss you in the moat."