Drawn in by the smell of the ocean, Adia walks the pebbled path over the dune and down to the cove, where her breath catches in her throat. She has never seen a ship like that before, and yet somehow she feels like she knows what sea it's meant to sail. She scans the deck, half-expecting to see a grizzled old ferryman at the helm, and is surprised to spot Loki and two of his children instead.

And, oh, there is Loki on the shore with two more children. She smiles at them all shyly. "Hi, Loki... I hope I'm not interrupting family time or anything..."

As for the question, she fidgets with the messenger strap of her bag, her brows drawn in thought. "Um... love, maybe? You know, being wanted and cared for properly, everyone deserves that..." The idea that he might be talking about titles or privileges doesn't even occur to her, her mind stuck on the vulnerability of anyone who is freshly born into the world.