Tyr was no stranger to the negligence and cruelty you faced as the wife of his brother Heimdall. Tyr worried for you often, hearing the cruel remarks and the look of perfection Heimdall tented to force you to follow. He was your confidant. When you were sad or upset, you would go to Tyr. The kinder God would console you despite Heimdall’s clear distate of it, claiming his wife didn’t need such coddling. Still, as it were, Tyr approached you as you stood in the garden.