In point of fact, Diana hadn’t seen Kal while Thor had been dead. She had spoken to him, once, and she had not breathed a word of her grief, nor taken his offer of help when he’d made it. Of course, Thor wouldn’t have known that, since he’d been dead, but the fact remained. She’d spoken to Natasha, obviously, passing along news of Thor’s death. Otherwise, Diana had simply been focused on existing, in a way that she had not had to focus on such in nearly a century.
Even Diana was no idiot, though, and at Thor’s short response, she raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He saw? Saw what? Before Diana could quite sort out that puzzle, though, the two of them were out on the skating floor, and Diana kept in mind that Thor had not skated in this fashion before. She didn’t know if he’d meant ice hockey or roller hockey, but either way, this would be a very different experience.
Diana had skated before, and when those some few experiences were coupled with her already superhuman abilities, she could skate very gracefully indeed, and backward if she wanted to. She was not doing that, and instead focused on keeping pace with Thor. She also might have wobbled a bit, just … well, just because, all right. She’d beaten him in every fight they’d had except MarioKart so far, and he’d gone and died for her, so the least she could do was make him feel like maybe she didn’t beat him at every hecking thing they touched.
Besides, it wasn’t Thor’s fault. She had been built for grace, speed, agility, like the arrow she had very first learned to fight with. Thor had been built for strength, raw power, like the hammer he had first held as well. The two were a matched set, in their way, and this was not the first time Diana had thought that. She reached for his hand, carefully, because there had been that tone earlier, and she was not sure.