Thor's hands are large but gentle, taking care to separate the locks evenly and cleanly before patiently weaving them back together. It's something he finds soothing almost as much as Amelia working on his own, and he finds himself humming faintly deep in his throat as he works. When he's done tying off the last ribbon, he asks for her phone, and takes perhaps an excessively long time making sure the photo is framed correctly before tapping the button to save it. If she swipes back, she may find another photo or two in error, blurry or cut off at the border. But there is one that comes out well, and it is on the screen as he hands it back to her with pride. "There. What do you think?"

Una looks pleased by this proclamation, and leans into Amelia for a hug, something much easier accomplished with her sitting down. "Thank you, Lady Amelia."