"Good," he says quietly, in regards to the arm. Or at least as quietly as a Titan can. Something has happened, clearly, something more than the usual after-effects of a man who has lost nearly everything, and Prometheus wants to be respectful of the somber mood. "I'd expect no less from Hephaestus, although I admit I was a little concerned about how being in a different universe might affect things."

No, the arm is obviously not the problem. Should he ask what has transpired since he last saw Thor? There's an opening there, and he considers it, but then the deity switches the topic of conversation, and Prometheus takes the hint, smiling and shifting his weight so that he can turn towards Thor where he's seated.

"They are well. Hertha is a scholar by trade, and we have had the most fascinating philosophical discussions. And her children are an absolute delight. I'd nearly forgotten how much fun it is to be surrounded by such curiosity." He's probably the one person who can answer a child's endless series of "why?" questions without ever losing his enthusiasm. "My apartment is going to feel very empty once they've moved out."

He means to sound light-hearted, but there is more than a little wistfulness to his words. He really will miss them. It's been a while since he's had such constant company.

"I am well, too. I've been keeping busy, obviously, but that's good for me."