Valkyrie wasn't one for relaxing for long. Lying around the house in 'loungewear' wasn't long lasting, especially because it gave way to longer periods of uninterrupted thinking, sometimes introspection, and that never lead anywhere good. She had tried to have fun, but instead had really taken stock of what her life had been like since 'waking up' to it again. A non-stop sequence of unlikely, dangerous and exhausting events. Which had now culminated, according to others, in everyone becoming wanted criminals. Not that she hadn't been in that position before but never with so many people. Or anyone she really cared about. That was another thing: caring about people again had been a stupid thing to allow herself to do.
When the message from her king had come, Val had been thankful even though she was certain he had no idea what self-made hell he'd plucked her from. She jumped - literally - at the chance to get out and go do something. She'd have done it with anyone, a dog was on the line, but doing it with Thor was likely to make her feel much better. Why? She was done thinking about those for now. But it might have to do with his disposition and easy smile and just ease.
"So then we're not doing pet stores, but pet shelters. Because people abandon their pets enough that there's need of multiple shelters." Val reasoned out loud, sighing deeply through her nose. "What a despicable thing to do."