As is his custom for as long as he has been in the villiage, Thor walks the woods before dawn. Whether he searhes for Jane, for solace, or simply to burn the restlessness that grew ever stronger the more he let himself be still he knew not- but he knew there was something different on this path than the usual. The air is quiet most often at this time of day, neither bird nor beast wandering with him as they have not yet woken. But there are telltale signs of something, someone, moving. The slide of skin and fabric on grass, the iregular brush of startled breath.

Curious and duty bound to seek them out should they be in need of aid, Thor adjusts his course to seek out the disturbance in the clearing.

To find Jane there is a surprise that warms and cuts to the very heart of him for having missed her.

"...Jane?"