She assumed there was a way to get them to meet, which was... difficult to grant. “I am... very fond of you.” Not a thing he cared to poke at, at present; there would be time to be annoyed later at how he’d set himself up. “I’d make some kind of promise if I could, but... fifteen hundred years on my own was enough to make the void an unspeakable relief. I can’t make myself do anything but dread having to do it again, even for you or Thor.”