Thor stares down into his cocoa as if it will hold the answers, yet still not seeing it before him, hazy remnants of the dream in his mind's eye. "I was alone on the bridge," he says slowly, unable to scrape up any memory of events that might have led him there. "The one to the mainland. I could... smell the fire behind me. Stormbreaker couldn't touch his army no matter how much I fought, they just swept past..."

He reaches to set down the cocoa, the mug rattling slightly as it sets down on the table, and then pulls her into an embrace. "He had the stones. And he was... taunting me. He would have killed us all, and made me watch. I must have called a storm on him; that's when I woke. I think."

He's not entirely steady, but later he'll be impressed that he managed to say that much at once, with little struggle to get the words out. Despite this setback, he has come a long way since those early days, haunted only by lingering ghosts.