Her long body easily stretching her long body to the high shelf for a finely decorate container for Thor to present the tea to his wife, she remarks, "I begin to wonder if this very place is not toxic to us all." And although her tone was casual spoken, her words roiled in frustration from the long shadow cast by these distressing revelations, tempered by her steadfast love for her twin but not blinded to the unique specter of danger Loki power has presented.
She grasped her container in hand, the brunette moved smoothly to the cabinet to transfer the loose leaf aromatic tea, she continues, "If what you say is true and this dreaming madness if truly bitten and the poison sunk so deep, there may be no way to ever purge it from Loki's mind without destroying all that he is. In truth, I've often wondered if his astuteness and guile hasn't always been attributable to some brilliant madness."
For Hela too knew Loki and she had perceived the world and others differently, and although her actions were characterized by patience and restraint, in her quieter moment, she had often wondered if there hadn't been a strange inherited strain of psychosis shared between them from a time before birth.
"However, I do agree," her still hands moves again, depositing the spoon into the sink and sealing the container before setting it aside on the counter, "We must take care to watch closely and keep the madness in check as he journeys to his truth lest he stray too far into the void and the good in him become a fading memory." Just then the kettle began to whistle, Hela turned off the heat, and began measured out the loose tea, into the tea strainers, pouring the water into the teacups and allowing it to steep.
"As to the manner how, I haven't the faintest notion." Now, she took a moment to directly look at Thor instead of watching him out of the corner of her eye. Her blue eyes, identical to look, her expression however reveals nothing of mischief or chaos, but a surgical calm and precise order. "Thor, you are gifted with might and power and most importantly you are his brother. There is a powerful bond there—strained, but there. I am a simple surgeon and very much mortal. I cannot combat magic or dreams. If you have any ideas, I am open to your sound counsel."