Well, you survived the flames of Muspelheim. [ His head cants, brow arched and lips pressed in an expression that can only be described as blithely impressed. ] And Thor.
[ He retracts his hand, folding it in his lap. He is seated beside her bed facing the headboard, his smaller proportions not quite as towering a presence as his norm. ]
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Well, you survived the flames of Muspelheim. [ His head cants, brow arched and lips pressed in an expression that can only be described as blithely impressed. ] And Thor.
[ He retracts his hand, folding it in his lap. He is seated beside her bed facing the headboard, his smaller proportions not quite as towering a presence as his norm. ]
You've got a bit of heat exhaustion, I'm afraid.
[ Juuuust a bit. ]