Compliments on her cooking were easier for Emma to hear than most others. She had taste buds, and she ate; she could believe them. It still brought a hint more color to her cheeks, although maybe that was just the cold.

Thankfully, she got distracted by curiosity before she could start thinking too much about why. "Valkyrie. Is that a name, or a... title?" She knew about the mythological valkyries, of course, warrior women and chosers of the slain. Psychopomps.