He lets out a small breath, turning his cheek to rest against the top of her head, a gentle rumble of thunder rolling overhead to join the thrumming of rain on the roof. What has he done to deserve this kindness? Not all would be so willing to embrace these difficult nights so wholeheartedly, especially when he's disrupted her sleep once more.

It isn't the first time. It won't be the last either. And yet she sounds as though she means it when she says she would not be anywhere else.

He can't find the words he wants, but he drops his hand from his chest to reach for her. The tremors have lessened, not entirely settled, but he has found his harbor. "Yes," he manages, holding her close to him as if she may vanish the moment he lets go.

They stay like that for a long moment, the sound of the storm around them, kept at bay by the walls of their home. The last vestiges of his distress slowly ebb away, leaving Thor feeling drained, yet quite unready to seek out sleep once more. Not after a dream like that, its details becoming more muffled in his memory the longer he is awake, reassuring him that it is not prophecy. Not tonight. He stirs, shifting a little in Amelia's embrace. "...coffee?" Not what he truly wants, but maybe close enough he can fool himself.