Urd's gaze softened as Timon spoke and she looked away, knowing better than to let him see the sympathy she felt for him. There was so much she wanted to say, the urge to convince him of his importance to people and the strength she knew he had was getting hard to ignore. A hundred remarks were waiting on the tip of her tongue but instead, she simply nodded.

"Okay, Timon."

She remained in silence the rest of the journey, no longer tense or argumentative. Things had been tough on him since he was overdosed on light, she knew. And in the back of her mind, she suspected she could have done more to help him, even if he hadn't accepted her help. But more than anything, she wanted him to make the choice for himself.

Her new house loomed ahead. She stopped in front of it, noting several lights were still on. Goddesses and genies didn't really need to sleep, after all. "If we wanna avoid my sister and Genie, we're gonna have to go through my window." She held out her hand by Timon, giving him the choice to climb aboard rather than being picked up.

"I'll have to fly up there. I'll go slow, okay?"