Blake's own piece of paper is carefully tucked into the palm of her hand, hidden from sight. She's not sure why she hasn't thrown it in the bonfire yet, or into the ocean, or just ripped it up. It's a memory she doesn't want to think about, and yet, for whatever reason, it's come back to haunt her.
Catching sight of a familiar bulky frame distracts her momentarily, and selfishly, she really wants the company of a friend in that moment. So she sits down next to Thor, arms wrapped around her knees to hug her legs close to her chest, and she tries not to read the piece of paper that Thor's holding.
"Someone warned me that things could happen in this place that would be incredibly intrusive," she sighs. "But even the time I thought I got married and you punched me in the face was easy compared to this."
She casts a glance to the side, watching Thor's profile, cast in the light of the bonfire. "Are you okay?" she asks gently. "If you want to talk about it, well, I've got four ears, which makes me a very good listener."
memory of kratos
Catching sight of a familiar bulky frame distracts her momentarily, and selfishly, she really wants the company of a friend in that moment. So she sits down next to Thor, arms wrapped around her knees to hug her legs close to her chest, and she tries not to read the piece of paper that Thor's holding.
"Someone warned me that things could happen in this place that would be incredibly intrusive," she sighs. "But even the time I thought I got married and you punched me in the face was easy compared to this."
She casts a glance to the side, watching Thor's profile, cast in the light of the bonfire. "Are you okay?" she asks gently. "If you want to talk about it, well, I've got four ears, which makes me a very good listener."