Back at the Hero's home, outside Marrowin's house, the heavy wooden door swung open and Hela stepped out onto the porch. Even as she was leaving, her sharp tongue showed no signs of slowing down.
"And another thing!" she called back over her shoulder, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You better start eating proper protein and vegetables instead of that tavern grease, even if you are a picky eater! The only reason I was late visiting you today is because I was tied up helping the refugees from the south manage their transit back to their homelands. I've been working tirelessly!"
Marrowin leaned against the doorframe, crossing his massive arms with a tired but amused smirk.
"Right. So what you're saying is, now that your official duties are wrapped up, I have to deal with you nagging me full time?"
Hela scoffed, crossing her arms defensively, though a faint tint of pink still lingered on her cheeks.
