"There is nothing to repay. I take xenia very seriously, my friend." His tone is warm, but stern so as to brook no argument. He can imagine how wounded Thor's pride is right now, so he hopes that by invoking the ancient Greek concept of hospitality, he can give back a little bit of his friend's dignity.

"It will be my honor to host them as long as they like. The children and Hephaestus are inseparable, and their mother has a gift with the pottery wheel. I may have to switch to running the front of the store only at this rate." They may not be humans, but Prometheus cares for them as he would any mortal. If Thor asked him to travel into space and retrieve the remaining escape pods, he'd do so without hesitation.

The scope of what happened to the Statesmen is devastating, and the Titan bows his head a moment in acknowledgement. The pain of Thor losing his brother goes without saying, and though Prometheus only knows about Heimdall from the myths, he can sympathize with that level of loss.

"I am truly sorry, Thor. Is there a way I can pay respects? I don't know the customs of your people as well as I'd like to."