Heimdall sighed. "Yeah, I guess. I just want things to be resolved properly tho, and I don't want her to feel she has to leave, just cuz she lost an argument."
Isis was drinking her morning coffee and reading over a parenting book she had brought for Freya and Loki to read over. In her opinion, you could never know too much about children and most of life was still a mystery.
Isis knew he'd find her when the proper time arrived, so she sat at the kitchen table with her long hair in a high ponytail against her dark rich skin; in no rush to find her son.