He frowns, not entirely sure what that means, but his attention is caught immediately at the feeling of strange yet familiar seidr prickling in her palm. And no wonder - though the power she uses is not the same, Thor would recognize her magical commands even if he were missing both his eyes. Grow. Bloom. Flourish.

“Oh,” he says, a faint touch of appreciative awe in his voice as he reaches out to touch the blossom. A little life, where there was none before. He can’t resist sending a little thread of his own seidr into the bloom, encouraging it to grow greener, healthier, its scent perfuming the air.