Early morning
And perhaps a handkerchief soft and clean, found it's way into one of her hands, discreetly, and without any overt looks. Perhaps.
Thor smiled softly. "I raged. For I do not well like my friends taken. My people." There was a touch of selfishness there, of claiming, for that small part of him was still in him.
"I am sorry I could not aid in making it happen sooner."
Thor smiled warmly. "And how else would I be, dear lady, but to tell thee all i can to comfort thee. You are my friend. And friends take care of friends."