The rogue would argue that she would call it magic, too, but there's no real fight or point to it. Things are as they are, and they don't always need an explanation. Sometimes knowing that a thing works, trusting that it will if you keep up rituals and familiar motions, is enough.
Amelia takes a few sprigs of lavender for herself, tucking them into a pouch for safekeeping. She knows what Jane speaks of with her beloved starting over - Thor has told her about his removal from Asgard years ago - but she doesn't interrupt the woman's wonder or wandering thoughts. There's something more to what she sees in the village around them, something Amelia couldn't force out even if she tried. Instead she watches, head tilted ever so slightly to one side. It strikes her that Jane is someone of deep thought and questioning, and in her own way, she can understand why Thor loved her. Loves her still, in a distant way. They're alike in that manner, though it expresses itself in very different ways.
When Jane turns to her, she smiles warmly and steps closer, lowering her voice so it only carries between them. She won't lie to someone Thor has loved, especially when the woman looks so worried. "He struggled for a time to adjust to life here after everything that happened. His mind was restless and unkind to him, and he took to quieting it in harmful ways. It took time and patience to get him out of that, but he had the support and help to do so, and thrives now on the other side of it." Amelia's proud of Thor for this, and it shows in the soft way she smiles as she speaks about his struggles with the drink that no longer controls him the way it once had.
"He's well, and not trying to take on so much that he'll overwhelm himself. Everyone in Asvera does their part, and that allows him to do more than simply sit in a conference room to rule. We have a greenhouse he looks after almost entirely by himself, people to care for the daily logistics of Asvera, and a people who want to support their king." Her smile warms and, after a moment's hesitation, she offers her hands to Jane for further reassurance, if it's wanted.
"I may be mortal, but I'm doing what I can, too. Even before I gave him my heart, he had my friendship and both hands to help this place I've come to love as my home." He'll have them until the end of her days, even if they one day grow apart. "Thor is not the king his father was, and he never will be, but I think... that's for the better, for himself and all of Asvera, too."
no subject
Amelia takes a few sprigs of lavender for herself, tucking them into a pouch for safekeeping. She knows what Jane speaks of with her beloved starting over - Thor has told her about his removal from Asgard years ago - but she doesn't interrupt the woman's wonder or wandering thoughts. There's something more to what she sees in the village around them, something Amelia couldn't force out even if she tried. Instead she watches, head tilted ever so slightly to one side. It strikes her that Jane is someone of deep thought and questioning, and in her own way, she can understand why Thor loved her. Loves her still, in a distant way. They're alike in that manner, though it expresses itself in very different ways.
When Jane turns to her, she smiles warmly and steps closer, lowering her voice so it only carries between them. She won't lie to someone Thor has loved, especially when the woman looks so worried. "He struggled for a time to adjust to life here after everything that happened. His mind was restless and unkind to him, and he took to quieting it in harmful ways. It took time and patience to get him out of that, but he had the support and help to do so, and thrives now on the other side of it." Amelia's proud of Thor for this, and it shows in the soft way she smiles as she speaks about his struggles with the drink that no longer controls him the way it once had.
"He's well, and not trying to take on so much that he'll overwhelm himself. Everyone in Asvera does their part, and that allows him to do more than simply sit in a conference room to rule. We have a greenhouse he looks after almost entirely by himself, people to care for the daily logistics of Asvera, and a people who want to support their king." Her smile warms and, after a moment's hesitation, she offers her hands to Jane for further reassurance, if it's wanted.
"I may be mortal, but I'm doing what I can, too. Even before I gave him my heart, he had my friendship and both hands to help this place I've come to love as my home." He'll have them until the end of her days, even if they one day grow apart. "Thor is not the king his father was, and he never will be, but I think... that's for the better, for himself and all of Asvera, too."