At this point, Amelia's not sure what to assume. She certainly isn't about to get him an ale (or allow him to get one for himself), but that doesn't leave them without options.

"A glass of water it is, then," she states matter-of-factly as she rises from the table. She doesn't leave any room for argument as she makes her way to the kitchen to retrieve Thor the mentioned water, though she takes care to keep her footsteps light as she makes her way past him. Headaches are common with hangovers and she has enough experience to know how much it hurts to deal with. A minute later, she returns and sets the glass down in her friend's vision before returning to her seat across the table from him.

"It might be difficult to get down, but it will help. With any headache you might have at the very least." Here she offers a knowing, sympathetic smile. "It will get better with time, too. You won't be suffering forever."

It feels important to say that, though Amelia's not quite certain why. Thor seems to be struggling with the idea that everything will require time and patience, and while that's something he'll have to grapple with eventually, it's her hope that knowing the worst parts can be overcome will help.