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He did not recognize the name, and she must have gathered that from his expression, but then she mentioned that their location was north of Athens. "We are in Greece?" His brow raised, surprised. She really had taken them far away. Not just outside the village, or even the outskirts of the forest. But to an entirely different destination. An island. "And that is your temple?" It was a bit overgrown; making him think she had not been here for quite some time. Perhaps she was a goddess that spent most of her time in her own realm. The temple itself was fairly modest in size; and could do with some weeding, but nature claimed what it did and the stone walls looked at home among the vines that crept up them.
When he turned back to her she looked as though she was almost about to smile; an action that tugged at the wound and his gaze fell to the gold substance that began to seep from the cut. Ichor. Immediately his gaze darkened, still a bit outraged at the physical harm that had been done. But then she pulled away from him in shock; and he didn't quite understand until she cupped her hand to her jaw, covering the wound. She apologized. She recoiled as if it would hurt him, somehow. He loosened his grip, letting go and allowing her space, though his hands hovered briefly in the air near her as if to reassure, though he let them drop to his sides after a moment.
"It's alright. It's just blood. Well, not entirely. It is not same as the blood which runs through my veins, but it will not hurt me..." She acted as though she'd never seen it before, why else would she be concerned that it might cause him harm? How could she not know? Unless she'd never been around those that weren't of her own pantheon. It was confusing, and a curious question to Thor, though instead of inquiring; he turned his attention back to the environment, looking for a specific plant in particular.
Wordlessly, he left her standing there, but not for long. Soon he returned with what he'd sought, carrying a handful of yarrow leaves in his palm. His love of the earth extended to a working knowledge of various plant life, as well as the animals that inhabited the realm. She was not bleeding in the way a mortal human, or even another Norse god would bleed; but there was still something he could find that might help slow the bleeding. Though he wasn't entirely certain, as he'd never been in a situation to know if ichor clotted the way blood did. At the very least, the plant would take care of any resulting sting that might be felt from the open wound.