Thor has little doubt that Amelia would gladly stay up til sunrise to research and plan, if he wished it. Her confidence and eagerness alone give him solace, however, and he presses a kiss to her temple in return, unable to articulate the relief and gratitude and foolishness he feels. It is terribly easy to fall into the trap of thinking he alone must handle such problems, the responsibility of a king to oversee and protect. Yet he is not alone, and should a king try to run his realm singlehandedly, he only sets himself up to fail. Thor knows this, and still he forgets, until reminded otherwise.

He is so fortunate to have her here.

Most of his concerns can wait until the next council meeting - is it tomorrow? Today? He's lost track, the stormy night feeling as an unreal gap in the usual span of the week. It matters little. A process such as this will take time to create, and a brief delay will cause no more harm than if he were to call his councilors out of their beds to help plan it. There is one thought that lingers, however, something too important not to bring up if Amelia intends to brainstorm on it.

Thor's arms enclose around her securely, the lingering tremors of his body gone, the last vestiges of his panic attack finally left behind. "We should be prepared for few volunteers," he admits reluctantly. "At least at first. I... was training some of our number to fight on the journey here. They were the first to fall when..." He doesn't finish, but Amelia knows how to read between those lines.