His voice fails him, but he nods, and his shoulders droop a little. Here again, perhaps. It's a thin promise, but it's not nothing, and even if it doesn't happen, if he faces torture and a true death before then, he has her promise that she'd like to see him again.

He gives a weak little laugh, both hands clasping under his sternum. He's not going to look up at her as she disappears. Too much. Too much. But he can feel the light of her dwindle and fade, and if he tears up as she goes, well...

No one's there to see but Hazel.

It's a long moment before he wipes his face, clears his throat, and looks up at the spirit. "That was...painful," he tells her quietly. "But I could not be more grateful. Are you all right?"

He's not sure what to make of that gesture, but if it's just that Frigga is somewhat overwhelming, he wouldn't be shocked.