[he glances over at the action, seeing strands of dark hair fall across her face. It's endearing but he's sure... tickles as she breathes. So, with a moment of debate, the Asgardian lifts his hand - gentle for being so large and a warrior - and moves them aside so her face is clear once more.
Thor looks upon her a few more moments, seeing beauty amongst the roughness and deduces she is a runaway before he looks back at the fire...]
[If all had gone as it should have, she would be Queen of this land by now; she's of age, her step-mother should have stepped aside, rather than sending someone to cut out her heart years ago and hunting her ever since.
It's his gaze that awakens her -- she's learned to be paranoid -- but slowly because his embrace is warm and gentle and she doesn't feel threatened.
When her eyes open (slowly, at first, then snapping open the rest of the way), she draws in a surprised breath and her cheeks flush.]
[his smile when he looks back, even the slight movement caught by his senses, is gentle and he ventures to set her at ease -] Are you well, Lady. You may rest a little more -- I can send for some of the mulled wine.
[Her first instinct is to flee... but had he intended to sell her back to Regina, he'd have bundled her up when she had -- mortifyingly! -- fallen asleep in his arms.
Snow nods her agreement, swallowing and trying to locate her voice. It's still muzzy with sleep.] That would be kind of you, sir.
[he nods quietly, accepting this because he knows to speak is not what she wants right now.. her eyes can barely stay awake to him, so Thor turns away to gesture over the tray of drink. Allowing her to ease away, to rest more if she wants.]
[Snow wraps both hands around the bowl of the cup and smiles at him before taking a sip and letting the warmth spread through her.] Thank you for your kindness.
[And she's still partly draped over him, isn't she? Snow blushes again and gets to her feet carefully, smoothing down her cloak and trousers, nodding.]
I am fine. Thank you. [Snow dusts herself down and sips her wine again. Her accent and manner are more formal and her bearing more regal than her clothing or surroundings might suggest.] I am -- terribly sorry to have, um, used you as a pillow.
..It is no matter. [he assured her softly, noting it and though he may be vaguely curious - he will not ask. He bows slightly, venturing a touch to her hand - less hesitance now she had done that, after all.] You'd do well to stop here in a room to rest.
I have friends not far from here, and it wouldn't do for the innkeeper to -- [She smiles a little tightly and shakes her head.] It would be wrong of me to linger.
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Thor looks upon her a few more moments, seeing beauty amongst the roughness and deduces she is a runaway before he looks back at the fire...]
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It's his gaze that awakens her -- she's learned to be paranoid -- but slowly because his embrace is warm and gentle and she doesn't feel threatened.
When her eyes open (slowly, at first, then snapping open the rest of the way), she draws in a surprised breath and her cheeks flush.]
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Snow nods her agreement, swallowing and trying to locate her voice. It's still muzzy with sleep.] That would be kind of you, sir.
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There's a kindness to this stranger that lets her take her time in rousing herself. She's not exactly used to kind strangers anymore.]
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