It was weird how she did not believe him when he said he was fine, but she let the matter drop because there were only so many things she had attention for at the moment. Thor was one of those things, but perhaps not in that context. Diana had never been so injured that she could not get herself out of trouble, and this new injury was nothing she couldn’t handle.
Diana was susceptible to infection, so far as she knew; they had medical services on Themyscira, after a fashion, but Diana healed quickly enough to rarely need them. So perhaps she couldn’t, but she had no way of knowing that without injecting herself with something or some other wild thing that she would not be doing. She took Thor’s hand and laced their fingers, because he’d known how filthy her hands were before he’d taken it, leaning against his side as led her somewhere safe that she could sit.
She didn’t, for a moment. Even though he’d told her to. Instead, she pulled him into a hug. It was not meant to be anything but comfort and support, knowing that that had been his sister they’d just faced, who had surprised them in the middle of a fake city street while they’d tried to get a sandwich. Still, she was exhausted, and wounded, and the hug couldn’t last long before she crumpled onto a waiting room bench. It was an office, if she had to guess.
“Thank you,” she said softly, and she let go of his hand so that he could look around. “I suppose you were right, and we should not have been blundering around blindly.”