This will pass, Thor tells himself. Though it is difficult to focus on what needs to be done to help, this has happened before, and he concentrates on breathing as deeply and slowly as he can. It was just a dream. He's dead. Asgard is safe.

Amelia's voice is one more tether to keep him grounded, and he leans his head against hers, closing his eye as if that could block out everything else. The storm still pulls at him as it always does, but moment by moment, the gathered power within subsides as water sinks into earth after rain. There will be no battle tonight, though he doubts he will sleep again soon.

It takes him a moment to truly parse what Amelia is saying, the gentle message cutting through the remnants of his panic. Whether on purpose or not, she has found an effective way at jolting him free of the dream's clutches. "You are?" Despite his restless exhaustion, there's a thread of warmth that coils in his chest. "Even after... this?"