He's a little surprised by the handholding, though certainly not offended. He gives her hand a little squeeze and smiles sadly down at her. "Yeah, they are, aren't they."

He listens closely, seriously, and while Thor has never been particularly skilled in sorcery nor versed in its studies, gaining power from a sacred tree sounds perfectly plausible to him. "I know how it feels to fear the destiny that lies before you," he admits, but this is not about him, it's about her and her concerns. "I'd find it stranger if that didn't frighten you at least a little. What do you think Vliste Staba intended you to do with its power? Did it give it to you without asking?"