He watches her while running a soft cloth over the shining steel of Hel's sword, the one with enough power in it to kill a god.

'Went home briefly, couple of days in the cells and now just getting ready to walk out the door.' He shrugs. 'Fairly straightforward when it all comes down to it.'

He holds up the gleaming blade and examines it for marks. 'What do you do when the full moon comes round? Just head out to the forest for a few days?'