"I haven't seen any of them in years," Steve admits, struck by how long it's been since he'd been home. It's not as long as some of the others in the war, but he's been there for almost two years. Had been there. Was there. Steve's still not sure which tense to use for this sort of thing, because he's still not used to being alive when he'd made his peace with dying to try and save the day.

"Motunui," he echoes, trying it again until he pronounces it like she does. "So, your people..." He's trying to be gentle about this, trying not to insult her. "Are you related to gods? Have any special powers or something?"