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"I see." She replied lowly, very much fascinated by the tidbits of information the young girl offered to her. It showed in her expression, of how she considered these gods and their supposed existence. The part about some being able to see or even hear them was quite intriguing. That interest was not one of a deep thirst for more knowledge, however.

"Well, I regret to say that I have never heard of such gods before." Pausing, she straightened her posture some, looking Hela firmly in the eye. "That is because I believe in no such thing. I believe what I can see and touch." Her tone was not forceful or of that of a person trying to convince someone else's mind. A faint smile. "But they are your beliefs...I do not force anything other than such on those true to their own faith."