"Of course." He nodded to her and headed toward the kitchen. As he perused her collection, he worried, more and more, what might come to this world, to this growing darkness he saw in his brother. Would he have to fight him here? Would it take that to even start things to better? Or would it only make it worse?
Thor hung his head as he breathed out, then stood more as Hela came in, his smile slowly reforming, sadder, perhaps, and less hopeful. "You have so many, I am rather amazed at the collection." Which was a truth. He had not realized how many choices she might have. he reached out to choose one that had caught his eye and handed it to her. "This one seems promising..."
And then there was the sound of Loki's footsteps and that voice, and he turned to see Loki as he wandered by. And he nodded. So it would go. So it would go, yes. Damn it. "Be well, Loki. And I will be there, of course."