Diana’s wound had healed by the time Thor brought up pressing forward. And she had realized that they were looping the same location anytime they tried to leave, but she had not noticed a way to do anything about it. Diana was loathe to press forward at all, not after their first engagement out here had left them both wounded and unsteady. They were better now, but there was always the chance that they wouldn’t come off so well after the next one, and so Diana had waited. It was the least she could do after she’d bumbled them into a fight to begin with.
They’d found food, and Diana had had a shower and rest. She was no longer sticky (or tightened when it had dried) with Jotun blood, nor was she as tired as she had been following the battle. “I know,” she said softly, and sighed, as Thor told her they needed to press forward. “I do not know what will happen if we are not back before the hotel moves again, and I do not want to know.”
Diana chewed her lower lip and finished the bottle of water she’d found.