In the evening, the old woman took him out to see the fields the humans grew their crops in. Sif had visited there before, mostly to hunt, but found it looked very different now that he was in a human body; much smaller.

" My honorable Lady Hélna," the old woman said, several men in rough clothes by her side, " I know you have went through tribulations... But may you still bless our fields, as before?"

Had Helna done so? Sif couldn't remember. She had done many silly things for her humans.

At any rate, encouraging some plants to grow wasn't very hard, so Sif walked around and did so, scolding the seeds for not growing faster. He was eating this stuff now as well, and it needed to be filling for Helna's body.

Already, in his mind, he was trying to twist his grief into action; if he could gain back some of Helna's divinity, then perhaps he would become able to speak, and when he was able to speak, he'd be more able to thoroughly ask after Helna. Surely death was not the end of a soul?

If it was so, then why would Helna tell him of the next world when they spoke before?

If he could find Helna's soul, he could give her body back, and she could come back to these people that loved her.

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