The Amazons had been laid a sacred charge when the Gods created them. Diana had grown up with this story told to her by her mother, in the same way that human children learned nursery rhymes. That charge was to help and guide mankind by spreading messages of peace and love. Diana had always known that that was her purpose, and so it had never been a matter of being unfriendly or not wanting to let people get close. It was only that her first experience of humanity had been Steve Trevor, putting her in a dress and trying to shoo her out of rooms and endlessly asking her why she’d done whatever thing she’d done.
As much as she’d loved Steve, and she had, he had not been perfect, nor had their relationship. For a time, she’d convinced herself that he’d been perfect for her, but she was coming to realize that even that wasn’t true. A good relationship did not involve such lies, such restrictions of another person. That was more of a modern way of thinking than perhaps Steve Trevor might have been capable of, but it was 2008 for Diana now and the world was learning much more.
The rasp and roughness in his voice made her shiver, but that was not why she used her napkin to thoroughly clean her hands and then reached to take one of Thor’s. No, that was simple companionship, and a need to touch him. “I do. And I will take you up on that, if you’ll promise me to do the same.” Diana squeezed his hand and then went back to her food, not wanting to keep him from his breakfast either.
Diana did not have such horrors in her past as Thor did, but she had her own share of failures to keep her awake.