"My realm was indeed magnificent. 'Tis a pity I cannot show it to you. I imagine that you would have loved it." Then, it was difficult for Giselle to imagine that anyone would do anything other than love Andalasia. It was a magical place.
Gard must mean kingdom in his language. She smiled. "How many other 'gards' are there under your Asgard, Thor Odinson?" she asked, curious. She said his name with no familiarity, but only with the construction that she understood from her own world. Son of Odin. Odin's Son. Odinson. It was a common abbreviation, and one she felt comfortable making with him, given that he had been so kind to her thusfar.
Gently steering him in the direction of the log cabin she shared with Logan, her attention was nevertheless almost completely on Thor. She left the paying-attention-to-everything-around-them to him, as he was her escort.