He pours as requested, a glass for her and a glass for himself, glad for the taste of the familiar. Not that all Midgardian food is so strange but there is much he misses of his home while in this place. The technology is primitive, his skills diminished, his comrades lost. But he has these small shreds of comfort.

He has Jane.

He has an understanding with his younger brother. And that? That is worth all the more. He tucks his arm around Jane's shoulders to drop a kiss to her hair, thoroughly contented.