"Comfort...and Mercy?" Not Odin, but very lordly. She purses her lips and gives the man a proper look from head to toe. If he isn't Odin, but he has the crows, then he has to be someone close to the throne. "Beautiful names. I hope they live up to them."

She bites her lower lip. "Odinson. You must be one of Odin's sons. It's all over how you carry yourself."