Her eyes, while they remained on him, took in the world around her with a curious interest. These were not the halls of her home, nor were they Asgarad. Curious. Her memories were clouded and she could not understand what had gone on. "Have you killed Odin then? Ragnarök has begun?" That would explain her lack of memories and this strangeness in her body.
"I had not imagined I would see you before this, has my brother passed then?" Dearest Freyr, she had not imagined she would live past his death, not to even have a chance to see him before Surtr got to him.