more than i can chew

Eyrún wasn't nearly as prone to manipulation as some of her kin could be;  she was unashamed of who she was and what she stood for, and she saw little reason to hide her true intentions. Sometimes though a little bit of slyness was in order, especially if something stood in the way of a goal of hers. Maybe that was precisely why she lowered her voice slightly, adapting a suddenly more tender aura about her.. or perhaps this was simply what she was meant to be doing. She could not deny that Aryn had been plopped straight in front of her for a reason, and though she wasn't entirely sure of that reason she had no reason to not explore it.

"Ah, but that is no honorable death. Hel refused you entry into her domain for a reason. You shall live to see another day, Aryn, by the grace of Odin," she informed her with a curt little nod. That was the plain and simple truth. If her time on this mortal plane had been finished she would've had no chance of survival, but even throwing herself at death's doorstep hadn't gotten her all the way there. She was meant to live. "Why don't we find you somewhere to rest awhile? I'll keep an eye on you and find you a meal for when you awake." Her offer was hardly an altruistic one; Aryn was a test and she was determined not to fail, intent on proving her worth after failing her previous test.