[As he had said before several times when prompted or asked, Thor truly had not wished for Jane to arrive in this place for all that he missed her company. This village, for all it's comforts, was not safe, nor was it conductive to her studies. And yet he scoured the journals every morning since his arrival for word of her all the same. He had considered what he might say should he see her face and have it truly be hers, had several fearful moments of worry over it being a Jane Foster that knew him, had met him, or one that had not yet come into his life.
It was all very unsettling to consider, but he searched. He had not expected to find anything this day, and yet there it was. The familiar, almost comforting slant of her handwriting. His response is instant and involuntary.]
Jane? [Almost tentative at first, but growing more exuberant with the certainty that yes, this is the woman he had missed.] Are you well?
[Voice]
It was all very unsettling to consider, but he searched. He had not expected to find anything this day, and yet there it was. The familiar, almost comforting slant of her handwriting. His response is instant and involuntary.]
Jane? [Almost tentative at first, but growing more exuberant with the certainty that yes, this is the woman he had missed.] Are you well?