His height is not much compared to the Asgardians. She's not in the least disconcerted that he towered over her. In fact, meeting someone who lived with magic in every part of their life and wasn't a god was something of a treat for her.
"Marlow." She put her hand in his to squeeze gently. "Yes, I am. You're right about the city. I also think the entertainment business here along with the ocean nearby creates a natural conduit. It runs on illusion and diversity. People come and go, people disappear and are remade into other things. Rituals can be lost in the ebb and flow with a little effort."
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