Sometimes it's easy for Thor to forget how much has changed. How much he has changed. Isolated in their little village, settled into new routines, his people's growth into new shapes like green growth covering ruins... it's become normalcy for them all, until some aspect of the old life reappears, a stark contrast that cannot help but remind him of what came before. It's not painful like it used to be, not really, so long as he has other thoughts to occupy his mind. But it does rock him off balance, and Amelia's words are a hand offered to pull him back to center.

His smile is small and wistful, but also fond, and he kisses her again before he pulls back slightly. "Just old memories," he assures her. "So you two got along all right? It looked like I was interrupting something."