Diana would not have faulted Thor for that. She had it too, the absolute knowledge that if it came down to fight or flight, Diana would choose fight every time, and twice if she’d lost. She did know fear, and believed heartily that all the Amazons did, but the difference was not in not feeling the fear. It was in not acting out of it, letting the cowardice rule her. And if she had thought for a moment that Thor had it in him to be a coward, he would not have been beside her on the battlefield that day to begin with. And her faith in him had only grown.
After all, how could it not? He’d died, and shown back up at her door. What more could she ask of a man? And perhaps she could be forgiven, for not noticing the change in Thor’s tone as she regained her feet, and did a quick turn, making sure her skates were on properly. They were, which she had sort of known. In any case, she was so besotted with reasons to like Thor, she didn’t notice. Sue her, because good luck fighting her.
“Mmhm,” she answered, more focused on safely getting out onto the skating floor than anything to do with Kal. “I have not met him yet when I am from, but I know him and Dick Grayson in my future. It seems we are very close friends.” Oh, wow, Diana, would you like a shovel? And yet she continued, oblivious. What did Thor have to be jealous of, when he owned her whole heart and every inch of her? Or at all; she didn’t call him Thunder God for nothing. “And he is my neighbor here, so that has been nice.” You’d think with God-touched senses, she’d have at least heard the sound of digging.