[ He makes a show of sighing, slender shoulders rolling with the motion. ]
I suppose.
[ Withdrawing his hand, he partially stands and reaches behind Wanda to prop her head up with another pillow (down, of course). He handles her the same as he would an ancient relic of knowledge: with surprisingly gentle care.
The bedside stand has everything he needs to tend to her, including a pitcher of water. He pours her a cup and lifts its edge to her lips, unconsciously mimicking Frigga when she was the one to tend to a sick Loki or Thor in their youth. ]
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I suppose.
[ Withdrawing his hand, he partially stands and reaches behind Wanda to prop her head up with another pillow (down, of course). He handles her the same as he would an ancient relic of knowledge: with surprisingly gentle care.
The bedside stand has everything he needs to tend to her, including a pitcher of water. He pours her a cup and lifts its edge to her lips, unconsciously mimicking Frigga when she was the one to tend to a sick Loki or Thor in their youth. ]
Slowly.