Why did she always have to be the center of reason? Why did she have to ground him in a way no one else ever had?
Why did she have to be right?
Thor rubbed a hand momentarily across his neck before he nodded, processing her words in return. He fixed his grip on Mjolnir, stood, and held out his free hand for Sif. "Then we go," he said soundly. "Once we're outside, if I can get a clear shot we can get to the others." Maybe he could fly them out, or at least away from this crevice that they and they alone inhabited.