[Her. It's her, and it's a Jane that knows him. A Jane he's left behind far longer than he might have liked, one he was not able to contact during his brief return to Midgard. It is a strange sensation the weight that seems to shift from his shoulders and settle instead in the center of his chest, weighing down his heart and wrenching the breath from him. Guilt is familiar enough a sensation, but not in so large a quantity. Not aside from that which he feels for his family.

But he had given his word and forced her to wait. Without any way to contact him, or any way to let her know he still thought of her. Bid Heimdall watch out for her.]

It has been but a few days- [A few vexing, puzzling days, but not long at all,] I am well. Far better than I was now that you are here but- where are you? I will come for you. And-

[A moment's consideration.]

Would you wish me to bring clothing? I arrived in terribly little. I would not wish for you to wander in this weather in what is provided.