The little girl struck Thor as familiar quickly, but his approach was not immediate. It is difficult not to remember her yells and her blood and the sad sight of her body as Tom flung the oil toward them. No. He will need a drink before he can approach her, long enough to stifle the fact that he wasn't able to save her from such a cruel end.

Finally, he picks himself up and moves toward her, taking a seat next to her and raising a hand to pat her back before he draws it back to himself. "That looks good." He cocks his head toward the dessert. "Too delicious to be ignored, surely."