There had been so much tumult while the hotel had been located in New York City that Diana genuinely wasn’t sure just what everyone had been going through. There had been plenty of network posts when she’d returned to the Crown Plaza, but the timing of her and Thor’s expedition had made it so that she had missed anything that would have kept them informed. By the time she’d returned, she could have cared less about anything that had been posted on the network, although she was now feeling the shame of that. Other people had had losses, and she had not been the only one grieving. Still, she had thought it best to keep to herself, and so she had.
There had been tumult within Diana as well, things that she likely should have spoken about… but absolutely would not, and most especially not with Thor. Perhaps with Kal, now that things were settled, a pair of outside eyes that would help her look at things more logically. And besides, Kal understood the humans better than she did, so that couldn’t hurt, either.
Thor’s shiver had not gone unnoticed, but Diana was quite content simply having him in her arms again, and so she relaxed into this prolonged hug. “I know,” she teased, although truly, he was as patient as he needed to be. Diana had great faith in Thor, no matter what the task was, and that was despite the recent incident with Ares. She did pull her head from his shoulder, though, and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, looking somewhat confused, and the reason for that became clear.
“I feel as though I shouldn’t have told them, if you were just going to … but I didn’t know that, and if you hadn’t, then I absolutely should have said something. Right?” Diana was unclear on the social niceties of humans, and she had never been in a situation where she’d had to take back condolences. By the time the wishing stone had resurrected Steve Trevor, enough time had passed that it hadn’t been a concern.
Why did men keep dying and getting resurrected around her?