A brief nod, perhaps both in acknowledgement of his request to simply use his name and the later one in regards to her silence, and then Alexandrie returns to poking through boxes, lifting them to scent the leaves.
By the time she finds the blends she is looking for—something soothing and herbaceous for herself, something rousing for him—the water is making the deep sound of its boil, and she reaches to deactivate its enchantment almost thoughtlessly before pouring the steaming liquid over the leaves and bringing both cups to the simple table in the center where Thor sits. She would never have done so before. After all, there are a great many other rooms she could have suggested they retire to in the house, but she is tired. They are both tired. She watches the leaves idly as the water works on them and they sink one by one.
How quickly things change.
“...Surely you are not meant to stay awake the entire week?” asks Alexandrie quietly, looking up at Thor from the cup, once the last has settled.
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By the time she finds the blends she is looking for—something soothing and herbaceous for herself, something rousing for him—the water is making the deep sound of its boil, and she reaches to deactivate its enchantment almost thoughtlessly before pouring the steaming liquid over the leaves and bringing both cups to the simple table in the center where Thor sits. She would never have done so before. After all, there are a great many other rooms she could have suggested they retire to in the house, but she is tired. They are both tired. She watches the leaves idly as the water works on them and they sink one by one.
How quickly things change.
“...Surely you are not meant to stay awake the entire week?” asks Alexandrie quietly, looking up at Thor from the cup, once the last has settled.