"Write me if you are able?" Hearing his patterns of speech spoken in Jane's voice would never cease to amuse him- something so stilted and formal never seemed as such until it was a voice that never spoke in such a way doing so. He would have to loosen a bit, perhaps, until he had his voice back.

Sif stretched and curled upon Thor's shoulder after the brief attempt at play, content to doze with the affection granted her. Thor reached out to curl his hand around Jane's, pulling it to his lips so he might press a kiss to her knuckles.

"Stay safe, my Jane."