[Once he'd stopped moping about because he had to stay at camp, Odinson had actually begun to pay attention to the other Audentes. Even so, it had taken the last few days to realise that Maya was not the boisterous young woman she usually was.

It had been a relief at first, he was in no mood to talk about pointless trivialities. Then he'd become concerned.]

Yggdrasil, as we call it in Asgard. It is the tree in whose roots and branches all the realms are connected and held in place.

[He keeps his eyes up on the stars.]