It's good to see him so settled in who and what he is after such a tenuous moment. It doesn't make him free of everything that happened, but it's a significant step toward letting this particular nightmare go. She's glad, enough so that she only ties off her nightgown at her knees before slipping on her cloak and a short pair of boots she's picked up for rainy walks like this. Being pragmatic has its advantages in moments like this.

She smiles as he takes her hand and opens the door, her eyes closing as she takes a breath and lets herself soak in all the sensations the storm brings. A unique dampness and salt in the air, burning her nose a little and sitting on her tongue. Drops and mist on her face, cold and soft until they heat with her body and roll down her cheeks. Distant rumbling and wind carrying droplets or gusting up the nearby cliffs. The patter of the rain on earth and their coats. The warmth of his hand in hers, metallic and still so gentle as to hold her without hurt or fear.

The moment can't be perfect after Thor was so rudely awoken, but it's as close as it needs to be. Whenever they can have this, it's enough.

"Lead on," she says softly, opening her eyes once more to look up at him. "As long as I have your hand in mine, I'm content to be out here with you."