"If we are, maybe we can hide from the world for a bit." Thor offered as a way to soothe Diana's worry. Something about him needed to protect her, to make sure she never had a reason to not smile. The last time he'd felt this drawn to someone, it was... It hadn't ended well. Where even was Jane Foster these days? Thor had stopped keeping track, after a time. She wanted to move on with her life, so he'd not stopped her. He was busy anyway.
When Diana started walking, he fell into step beside her, looking out at the tree line and seeing... nothing. He trusted her that they were there, though. It seemed to be the way, that personal ghosts only latched onto an individual. It was the same reason Diana couldn't hear Heimdall, Fandral, or the rest. Even Hela had made an appearance once, just to taunt him. Tonight, it was the Warriors Three, watching from the base of a tree. Diana's voice drew his attention and he turned to her, letting the ghosts linger undisturbed for a moment.
"Two? I hope they're not malevolent then. For me it's... dozens of voices, hundreds, at times. But ghosts? There haven't been more than five. Four are old friends I failed, and the last, my sister. And Natasha you say? Small woman, hair like fire and always so intense? That Natasha?"
This was a lighter topic, and if there was a patrol, Thor wanted in. He could do one thing better than most other people and that was fight. If he had cause to do so, he would take it, especially if it meant protecting the weaker ones here.