“I would consider it a great personal favor.” A grin, a real one, and a soft sigh of something like relief. Perhaps some part of her had wondered if it was really her Thor that had turned up at her door, and this was some final reassurance that he had. And never mind her innate claiming of him, which they still had not discussed. And Diana certainly wasn’t going to discuss it now, when she’d only just gotten him back.
Diana met him, letting her forehead lean against his and turning as well, so that the movement was more natural. She had not thought about this. “I don’t know what could be considered strange here.” She squeezed his hand gently, having reached to take one as they’d moved. She seemed unwilling to let him go, but she could hardly blame herself for that.
“We could walk, perhaps, but even outside the hotel, there is the chance of people. And I am in no mood for sparring.” Her tone was not sharp at all, but firm. Certain, as she usually was. Perhaps that was what put the gravity in her voice so often.