It's time enough for Amelia to ground herself and her magic before she obtains something for them to eat. Loki said Thor left the Viper's Pit in a bit of a state, so something simple would be best. As she steadies herself and gathers all the calming herbs and oils she can think of, she orders them a basic charcuterie board and a few cups of various light soups from a local deli. She's not sure it'll be the right call, but everything will be easy enough for her to pick at so she can pretend she's able to get food into her stomach while it's in knots. To not put any further pressure on her body, though, she takes the time to change into a simple long-sleeved shirt and jeans before she heads out.
A little over an hour later, the rogue arrives at her friend's door, a bag of food in one hand and a cooler filled with ginger ale in the other. She takes a breath to calm her heartbeat and schools her expression into something approaching neutral. She can do this. It will take time and all of her patience, but she will help her friend starting today.
Knocking softly, she manages a small smile as she waits for Thor to answer the door. It should be more than convincing enough through the haze of his hangover, though she hopes she can make it last long enough to start the inevitable difficult conversation they're going to have.
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It's time enough for Amelia to ground herself and her magic before she obtains something for them to eat. Loki said Thor left the Viper's Pit in a bit of a state, so something simple would be best. As she steadies herself and gathers all the calming herbs and oils she can think of, she orders them a basic charcuterie board and a few cups of various light soups from a local deli. She's not sure it'll be the right call, but everything will be easy enough for her to pick at so she can pretend she's able to get food into her stomach while it's in knots. To not put any further pressure on her body, though, she takes the time to change into a simple long-sleeved shirt and jeans before she heads out.
A little over an hour later, the rogue arrives at her friend's door, a bag of food in one hand and a cooler filled with ginger ale in the other. She takes a breath to calm her heartbeat and schools her expression into something approaching neutral. She can do this. It will take time and all of her patience, but she will help her friend starting today.
Knocking softly, she manages a small smile as she waits for Thor to answer the door. It should be more than convincing enough through the haze of his hangover, though she hopes she can make it last long enough to start the inevitable difficult conversation they're going to have.