He has food in his hands, which is an improvement over a few minutes ago. Amelia exhales a silent sigh of relief and nods. "The offer remains if you should change your mind."

She lets silence settle between them for a time. It's strained and uncomfortable, but it's not Thor retreating into an alcoholic drink or him glaring at her for doing what needs to be done, so she doesn't mind. They've reached the end of what she knows to do - getting him to admit to the problem and take his first steps to normality without the drink - and a few minutes of silence to think is helpful. Her schedule for the next several days is clear, she has easy access to the library and individuals who will have more knowledge to help her help Thor, and things are still civil between them. All of these are important, and good, things to have on her side.

Dreams, she hopes she can properly do this. All she wants is to help her friend find his feet again.

Once a few minutes have passed, she takes hold of her ginger ale and takes a small sip. It's helpful for her stomach, too, at this point. "Is it helping?" she asks softly.