The differences between Thor and everyone else here and how Diana interacted with them had not gone unnoticed. Even with Kal, whom she’d have called her closest friend and likely even closest in terms of humans or other, Diana held herself apart. It had happened again even in Thor’s absence, Kal being kind enough to check in on her and Diana engaging in polite conversation while it seemed that everything around her was shredding.
Compartmentalization was perhaps her best skill, come to think of that. Diana had let herself rest against Thor’s side, her head on his shoulder, and listened while he reassured her. It helped, silly as it might have been to call themselves unstoppable when one had just died, but it did make her smile. “Could you perhaps warn me next time you plan to hit me with lightning, by the way?”
Diana bumped her nose against his jaw, and pressed another kiss there. She wasn’t yet giggling, but she was smiling, and seeming more herself than she had been. It would take time, and in truth, depending on what this place threw at them, Diana might never be the same version of herself again. A sobering thought, but not a new one.