Yorda lowered her eyes again. "I would be willing to do it, too, if someone could extract World of Elegance," she replied. "Urd has been very kind to me. I was born to become my mother's vessel, and I believe I am strong enough to hold this, if it will help her." She met Belldandy's eyes, determined to help the goddess, whom she loved so dearly. "There must be some way I can help her."

All this time, Yorda had been unable to really do anything to help anyone; she could neither fight nor defend herself, she had yet to learn guile, and even her healing was minimal and weak. Even so, she was more resilient than she appeared; perhaps she could do something at last.