"That's the name." Marina doesn't seem hurt, and Aoife doesn't know if she inherited Moira's stubbornness to never show weakness, so she's not going to probe. "Thank you, although it's all thanks to himself."

Thor rubs himself against Marina's legs, tail wagging and tongue out like they have been friends forever. Maybe he's picking up on Moira, somewhere deep. "You can tell him off, I don't want him to push you over. He's such a pup still, sometimes."