Diana felt similarly about these small gestures of affection, soft things that it had been too long since she’d been able to enjoy. However, Diana had had a lot of time to think about the one relationship she had had, and she felt that it had been severely exacerbated and escalated by the circumstances they had found themselves in. And now, here, Diana had been pulled from her life and dropped in the midst of this busy, haunted hotel, and had been here less than a week. So she was wary, about every piece of it, including Thor and anything she felt for him. It wasn’t that she worried for herself. She had had her heart broken, true enough, but after everything Thor had told her, Diana would genuinely have rather jumped off a cliff than hurt him. And that was without considering that because of all those things, she still couldn’t quite grasp that this was anything other than a fast friendship on his part.
She smiled under his praise, and her face heated. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice soft, and she looked up again as he asked the same. “Not yet. Do you want to?” They could walk to the dining room, after all. It was on the same floor. And Diana realized she was still in a bikini. “I’d have to go get some dry clothes.” Luckily she was still wet, and thereby didn’t have to explain why she cared if others saw her in her bathing suit, but hadn’t minded that Thor had.
You know, she hadn’t had these problems on an island full of women. She was just saying.