Astrid curls her arms around him in a clear indication she wants held for a bit. She usually doesn't get this physically clingy with a person, only... it's Donald. Something about him feels nice. And comforting.

"She isn't going after the Observers and isn't going to, either, doesn't want to hear about Peter, she'll tell me where she is, later..." A very quiet sigh. "Things've been tough for her and Peter."

Hasn't been a day in the park for you, either, Astrid....