[ She's somewhere in the gardens herself, and if she didn't recognize the face (she's been here long enough, after all), the promise of new animals would maybe be enough to approach. Instead, she keeps to her spot in the brush, but replies nonetheless. ]

Hello Huginn, Muninn. If you need anything from the gardens, I'm happy to help.

[ ... oh. She should say hello to Loki too, she supposes. ]

In my world, gods only die if there's no one left to believe in them, and the Norse always thought they would be okay despite that until Ragnarok.

[ That's. Kind of a hello. ]