She may know Thor better than he thought she did, he realizes. Because it's not just the kingship that looms over him at times. The days that Thor had spent as a mortal man shifted his world off its axis in ways that he's still grappling with, coming to terms with himself as a man first and foremost. Not as crown prince, not as king, not as a god. Not as an older brother. For nearly all of his life, Thor has defined himself by his ties to others, what expectations they have of him because of his birth, his talents, his family.

Amelia has none of those. Yes, she knows him as a god of thunder and growing things, but perhaps he has been more transparent as the man beneath those things than he'd thought. And that man is her friend, regardless of how many lightning bolts he can throw.

Accepting help is hard, and asking for it is even harder. Even after all that he's been through, Thor's pride is still his strongest fault. He wavers, hesitant, wishing that he had something stronger in his glass to bolster his courage. But then, that would be exactly the problem she's trying to convince him he has, wouldn't it? It's being caught between a rock and a hard place.

"So what am I to do? Just... get rid of what I have?" he asks, waving vaguely toward where the last of his stores are kept.