It's difficult to leave the safety of their small talk behind, but it's necessary. This is the path to getting Thor through this and the both of them back to bed, though whether either of them sleep is up for debate. Amelia's not certain she'll sleep tonight no matter how this conversation goes.

Thor doesn't have to say the name for her to know who he's talking about. Thanos. The only one capable of causing such distress and pain despite being long since dead. That is how tyrants tend to be, though.

She presses a kiss to his shoulder for reassurance, setting aside her mug to give him her full attention. "What else did you see? How did it start? How did it end?" She wants him to walk her through it, to break it down and know it was a nightmare and nothing more. He may know it in his mind, but his heart needs to hear him say the same.

They'll take it slow. There's never any need to rush this.