It seems only natural that Thor would latch onto that sentiment, and Prometheus regards him silently for a long moment, eyes warm with understanding. "Being among your people, it reminds me of my early days among humans, when I could live among them without obscuring my identity. I even had a son then. The old-fashioned way, not made from clay."

The effort Thor is making to keep the conversation moving is touching, and the Titan indulges him with a quiet chuckle. "Only Erik. He loves making small models of the animals he sees in the Nexus. He's quite good at it. Bodil takes after her mother and is always in the Grand Library, and Audhild would rather train Hephaestus. The pokémon, not my cousin."

He looks back, in the direction of the village. "Your people appear to be adjusting to life on Earth. Have they had much contact with humans yet?"