That was precisely what Diana had meant about being in a cage of her own making. There had been opportunities, plenty of them. Being asked out to lunch with a work group, or a gaggle of women, or even a woman she’d chatted with over a painting. Diana excluded men in this thought pattern because she did not mean dates but simple connections, and she had turned them all down. She had not once tried to show any further part of herself to anyone, and it had left her feeling disconnected from the world around her. Perhaps that was why she herself had been brought here, but that was musing for another time.
The lightest pressure of Thor’s hand got her attention, turned her dark brown eyes to his, and she realized (for the first time, to her shame) that both eyes were not blue. In her defense, some of that time they’d been lit up like light bulbs and some of the time her heart had done a weird thing, and Diana had been under a great deal of stress. But she noticed now, and did she have a heart thing?!
“I would indeed. It is very difficult to earn my dislike,” she said, and she smiled. “I am glad to know they would feel the same. And you know, that makes me quite happy to hear. Women are still somewhat undervalued in my time.” She huffed, but pushed that away quickly enough.
Diana did not mention his eyes, because to do so would be to admit she had not noticed until now, and Thor made her feel slow enough already without her having to come right out and tell him so.