Re: [In between: Sif and Hel]
Hel had not yet spoken to Repose's version of Thor. She knew of him, of course, but she'd not reached out. She'd assigned it to Loki recently, that contact. Partly, because she wanted to see what the man - Manning - thought. Partly, because she wanted to see if this fool iteration of her faĆ°ir would do as he was told. She'd found it said a lot about a person, whether they obeyed like a dog. But, despite not having spoken with this Manning, she knew he was a vessel for Thor. She didn't think it was like the version of Sigyn that inhabited the man Will, and it had taught her there were varied and sundry ways for her kind to seek immortal life when their bones were no more.
She was almost proud of them all for cheating fate. It was rather one of her favorite pastimes.
Hel shook he head at the offering of the bowl, but she did take the offered seat. "You wouldn't happen to have a smoke?"
Even in the voluminous white, Hel carried herself like a man. She sat with knees up and parted, white billowed around her and covering every bit of her. Her elbows, those she rested upon her parted knees, and she regarded the woman in the firelight. "You know, I always believed you dreadfully dull. Why are you here?" She motioned to the peace around them, her wrist deceptively pale and delicate. "Why not take form and claim what's yours? Is that not your role? Fecundity and womanhood?" Hel rather enjoyed the thought of someone coming to claim what Rae insisted she did not want as her own. For, you see, if someone tried to claim Helheim, Hel would smite them without a second thought.