There's a light swoop, before the fluffy bundle of cloud and feathers perches on one of the bigger pokemon's horns, nuzzling against its forehead in a consoling fashion. You can share this home, it promises, unaware how big a promise that is. It's a little broken right now, but we will fix it.

(Well, people will fix it. Muninn is still too much a baby to do much in the way of constructive work, but his tiny heart is in the right place.)

There's a hint of surprise at the woman's comment, before Gwendolyn offers a cautious smile. "You're quite right. We do not need to give them that satisfaction." They may have fallen in with corrupted gods, but the Gale's Blessing had carried her through. She would live, to spite them further, and avenger her Valkyrie sisters..

"Glacier lives because its people live. And you still offer aid here while your own city's recovery continues. That strength is one to be respected, friend." Though the next pause earns a thoughtful one of her own, before she motions for the woman to follow down the right-hand path; one of the collapsed store fronts meant the left road was still impassable for the moment. "...Did they do as they did here? Show up all smiles and pledges of friendship, before betraying guest rights?"