It's almost meditative, digging in the dirt, working with his hands. Building something, rather than tearing it down. Every seed he plants in the damp earth is more food for his people, the potential for growth and goodness given a chance to bloom, with time and patience.

Though Thor pays little attention to it, the skies slowly clear as they work, the sun peeking through the clouds for the first time in several days.

It's not difficult work, but nevertheless when they finally stand back and look at their handiwork, Thor feels good about what they've accomplished, small though it is. Little wet hills of earth mark where each seed and bulb is buried, and a little chicken wire for the beans to climb as they grow. It's not enough to sustain the entire village, not by a long shot. But it's a start, humble though it is. A first step.