Whatever her friend's reason for struggling so much, Amelia's not about to ask. He looks ill slept and she understands how difficult everything seems when that hangs over a person. As it is, she'll do what she can to give Thor a little space so he can recover from what appears to be a tough morning by doing something that's both useful and well within her usual set of skills.

"I'll do my best," the rogue promises. She pulls out a seat from the table and pats the seat. "Sit with your legs hanging off to the side, please," she requests of Una with a smile. With the little girl settled this way, Amelia takes her own chair and carefully begins the long process of untangling the girl's hair. As she does so with gentle, practiced fingers, she muses aloud. "You have so much hair. I could do many different things with it. Do you have a particular style you like or have wanted to try?"