There was a brief moment in which Sindri obeyed Tyr, hovering in the distance as he forged forward to see who was at their shores. Perhaps it was to protect her own ass from a firmer whupping than she was about to get from Cupid and Tyr alike, perhaps it was to safeguard the dark feathered bundle napping between the blades of her shoulders. Either way, her resolve broke when she saw that it was a familiar face the king drew up beside; starting forward again slowly, gracefully, careful not to disturb her precious cargo.
She didn't draw too close, in case Tyr still wanted her safely at a distance even though Maja was here too, raising her head and trying to block her young companion from view altogether. Until she understood how fragile he might've been, until they trusted each other more, she'd prefer to keep him to herself.

She hears the title Northfall thrown around, and while she still isn't sure if these were familiar faces to her guardian or not, she thought that much recognition was a good sign.

A firm, tiny figure in the distance, Sindri kept quiet and waited for Tyr to signal her ahead or to him.