[ Without thinking of it, he does lean forward to feed her the last bite of her bread. ]

Our foods are fresh or preserved. We've other dishes to soothe Summer's hand -- but the sentiment is appreciated.

[ The Asgardians have a way of being simultaneously advanced and old-fashioned.

He plucks the enchanted cloth from her head and gently places the back of his hand against her forehead, not daring to let the frost bleed through despite the persistent warmth of Muspelheim.

Frowning, he murmurs, ] Still too warm. [ He withdraws and rises from his seat. ] Rest. I will replace this with something colder.