It hadn't taken long for Diana to find out what had happened when she came looking for Thor in the Nexus. Nor to find out where to go to find him. She'd paused on her way, so when she came to the small village the Asgardians had inhabited, it was with Britomartis trotting along with her, quite happy even with the wagon the Mudbray was hauling with a variety of things she knew they would find useful, from salves, to fabrics for more clothing or blankets, fuel for heaters, and other sundries. If she'd also slipped in books and sweets for the children, well it was little surprise. She got directions to the grocery to leave the load with them, offering use of the wagon and Britomartis to help with some of the hauling that was being done while she was there. The wagon was small enough to go most anywhere a person could, and the Pokemon was more than happy to set to work for a bit and enjoy the workout so long as muzzle pats were offered.

She was tempted to stay herself, to help more, but she was on somewhat of a timer here as the sword at her hip reminded her. So she'd asked for directions to where she might find Thor, both wanting to see how he was doing and in a bit of selfishness wanting the help. Her trouble was something she could handle herself but after all that had happened, she craved some small anchor to beat back the homesickness, and of all her companions, Thor was the one who reminded her of home the most, male or no.