[ Pain? His brow creases. Unstable. Desperate. ]

Apparently you hit several things. Thor is lucky he wasn't one of them.

[ Leisurely, his gaze returns to Wanda. His fingers have stilled. ]

You quite nearly died. The healers coaxed you away from that particular door, but it will take some time for you to fully recover.

[ He takes in a breath and with it, an air of formality and... amusement? ]

As such, you've been assigned a lady-in-waiting. Me.