The heavy thumps and breathing, those heavy arms - they were just what she had needed. She slowly let herself sink into the comfort of her uncle's arms. The lightning was overkill. She appreciated it but it was a little bit silly. "Thor, you could have just killed my wolves," she commented dryly. A fake glare upwards - she was too relieved to be sour. "But I'm okay. There was a thing in my room. It touched me." She screwed up her face, remembering the feeling on her cheeks. Then a viscous scrubbing started. The ball of her hand was used to rub over her cheek.