Amelia frowns softly for a moment as they make their way to the kitchen. Thor's particularly disoriented tonight. Whatever it is that disrupted his sleep is bad, worse than the last time this happened certainly. It makes her worry more, something that would have her overwhelming him if she didn't know how these things go. She reminds herself to breathe, to count the seconds as she does, and finds a small smile for him again when they come to a pause.

"Let me," she offers in a soft tone, pulling away enough to lift herself up and press a kiss to his forehead. "Warm the couch for us? I'll join you in a few minutes." She makes sure he's understood and is on his way there before turning her attention to preparing the cocoa. It's a slow process when she does it, but having something to do with her hands is focusing in a helpful way.

As she waits for the milk to warm enough to add the chocolate, she calls to him in a warm tone. "Do you have a mug you'd prefer tonight? Everything seems to be washed." It's not much of an ask, but it keeps Thor involved with the process in some way. An encouragement to stay with her in the moment rather than letting his thoughts drift too far. She'll be with him if he does drift back and forth tonight, but she hopes she can pull him back without letting him drift off to sleep only to see terrible things once more.