The moment he sets down his mug, Amelia's arms are open to him. It's easy to pull him close and listen as he speaks, even if her heart aches for him. Staring down the worst thing that's ever happened to you when there's nothing that can be done is painful, and Thor has had to endure it far more than many others she knows. She wishes she could take it away from him, but she'll settle for being here as he comes through it.

"You called quite the storm. We'll be well soaked when we begin outdoor gardens soon." It's not much of an offering, but it's her hope Thor will see the good in it. Even while in a deep, dark place in his mind, he's helping the whole of Asvera by being himself. That's worth so much to everyone here.

She strokes his back softly with one hand, a slow, soothing motion across as much of him as she can reach. "You weren't powerless," she tells him in a quiet tone. "That storm outside proves it, and you brought yourself out of the dream to be a place you knew was safe. You knew I would be here for you." It's why he didn't actually call for Stormbreaker. It's why he's calm so soon after waking. They've made their home a true haven, and he knew it was waiting for him.

She turns her face just enough to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "How are you feeling now?" There's little need to ask how he was when he woke; that much was obvious to them both. It's time to take their first step forward out of this.