Hope indeed, a tiny fragile thing, needing great care if it is to grow and flourish. And it is something that they all need a great deal more of, in these troubled times, and Thor more than most. Hope that there is still more he can do, that his failure can still be corrected.

He does not know what the future holds for the baby, for any of them, but they are safe and alive, and for this moment that is enough. "I would like to see her again. Both of you." His smile is subdued, but sincere nonetheless.

Thor is not entirely unused to children being shy around him, whether because of his size or his presence, or his rank. Maybe they're right to be wary of him, after everything that has happened, everything he has done or failed to do. Or maybe he does look as badly as he feels, and for ones so young as these, they may not have much experience yet with wounded warriors. But as diminished and tired as he feels, he selfishly hopes that they won't be intimidated by him for long. "It's good to meet you all. Or again, as the case may be," he adds, putting in an effort to muster a smile for Sigrid, hoping to put her at ease. All of them, really. "My brother has been telling me how special you all are."