Though Thor had known it was going to happen, seeing what's left of his arm diminished further still sparks a small pang of loss, and he spends a moment lightly running his fingers over the stump before he allows Fǫnn to bandage it. It is just one more thing he must adjust to, and in light of everything else, it seems almost petty that this should bother him, but his heart does not care much for what he thinks he should be feeling.
Still, it's fine work, and he's sure to thank her again before she goes to rest.
It's probably for the best that Loki does not allow him on his feet right away, because just sitting up again makes his head spin a little, and he has to take a long moment to reorient himself. He's feeling enough like himself to make a face at being presented with tea, however, and sips at it little by little until it's down to the dregs.
He leaves both Stormbreaker and the prosthetic arm behind for the moment, quite unable to carry them both one-handed, and in no particular hurry to take his leave now that he's here. While Thor has had the option of company for much of the last week, he hadn't found much comfort in it, all parties steeped in grief that he had helped cause. Watching the refugees, however... there are signs of trauma here, too, but less. Signs of healing, however slow, and comfort in sharing one another's company in this refuge that Loki has provided. Life, not just existence.
Thor lingers at the doorway for a moment, watching the young ones at play with a bittersweet sting in his eye and a small smile on his lips. Laughter is something he’s heard very little of, in recent days, and it heartens him to see the children thriving despite their own losses. He’s hesitant to intrude and disrupt them from their game, but he rather suspects that Loki is going to insist he sit down if he doesn’t do it himself soon, so he seeks out a spot near Solvi and the crib, close enough to see the baby.
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Still, it's fine work, and he's sure to thank her again before she goes to rest.
It's probably for the best that Loki does not allow him on his feet right away, because just sitting up again makes his head spin a little, and he has to take a long moment to reorient himself. He's feeling enough like himself to make a face at being presented with tea, however, and sips at it little by little until it's down to the dregs.
He leaves both Stormbreaker and the prosthetic arm behind for the moment, quite unable to carry them both one-handed, and in no particular hurry to take his leave now that he's here. While Thor has had the option of company for much of the last week, he hadn't found much comfort in it, all parties steeped in grief that he had helped cause. Watching the refugees, however... there are signs of trauma here, too, but less. Signs of healing, however slow, and comfort in sharing one another's company in this refuge that Loki has provided. Life, not just existence.
Thor lingers at the doorway for a moment, watching the young ones at play with a bittersweet sting in his eye and a small smile on his lips. Laughter is something he’s heard very little of, in recent days, and it heartens him to see the children thriving despite their own losses. He’s hesitant to intrude and disrupt them from their game, but he rather suspects that Loki is going to insist he sit down if he doesn’t do it himself soon, so he seeks out a spot near Solvi and the crib, close enough to see the baby.