The glasses aren't what she'd choose for the ginger ale, but they'll do. Amelia holds off pouring them each a glass while they have hot coffee in their hands, choosing to watch Thor a little more closely first. It's not lost on her that his muscles are tensed and his brow furrowed at the edges even when he manages a small laugh. She wants desperately to pull him into a hug and encourage him to open up to her, but she holds on the impulse, focusing her energy on steadily turning the coffee mug at a slow pace between her fingers.

"Normal dreams aren't always better," she counters with knowing smile. She's suffered enough nights of "good" dreams to know that. "But it's good they weren't visions, even if they were disruptive to your sleep. That would be far more than you need to deal with right now."

Dreams, she didn't quite mean to phrase it like that. She quickly brings the coffee to her lips to give herself a moment to think and for her slightly leading phrasing to settle. Time to slowly make their way toward the hard part.

"You've seemed tired a lot lately. I haven't wanted to mention it while Loki's children were around, but you seem..." She frowns a little, nervously shifting her coffee mug around on the table but not dropping her gaze from Thor's face. "You've seemed exhausted at times, even a little overwhelmed at others. I don't doubt your ability to care for the children or your duties around Asvera, but I worry you're neglecting yourself in the process." A beat of hesitation, then she quickly adds, "I only say this or even notice because I've done the same thing when I've pushed myself to keep up with so many large responsibilities at once."