"Truly." He Fears they are beyond the sight of even Heimdall now. Otherwise efforts would have been made months ago. Years ago. But there have been no attempts at rescue that any have noticed, only attempts at escape. And now? Now they are all of them lost to this world and it's shifts, it's minders and it's forgotten natives.

It weighs heavily upon an otherwise pleasant evening for him to think of this- his eyes turn back up to the stars to mind Jane's voice. That she named a cluster of stars after his mother's braid warms his heart as much as it causes him to ache. As soon as his brother is settled, they must do something. Frigga cannot be permitted to die.

He wouldn't allow it. Knowing now what he would need, finding a way to remember once he is home? That is of the most import.

"You did not expect this?" He shifts to accommodate her, arm still tucked around her waist to keep her close, keep her warm.