Jane watched as Balder carefully pushed himself to his feet, shrinking from Sif and Thor’s help. As he half sat, half sank from the floor, she stepped forward and offered him the blanket.
“It’s okay, Balder. You’re safe here. Nothing bad’s going to happen.”
Balder shook his head at the assistance offers from his friends, squeezing his eyes shut against the ache in his head as he propped his upper body up on his hands. “I’ll–I’ll be fine,” he insisted, bringing himself to sitting. “I do not need–”
Jane offered a blanket as his eyes opened, and unsure of how to react, he took it in hand. “Why … was I angry before I fell?” he asked, bringing his fingers into the fleece. He drew it to his lap and stayed there, seated still upon the carpet.
“You’ve helped quite enough,” she snapped at Thor. Sif’s anger bubbled under the surface like an active volcano, ready to explode at a moment’s notice. She was no fool. She had already figured out that Thor had purposefully argued with her before to provoke just this reaction from Balder.
“I believe it was because Thor does not think you are fit to make your own decisions,” she answered Balder shortly, sitting back on her heels where she still crouched beside the couch. “But now that I have seen first hand what can happen when you are put under stress I am unfortunately inclined to agree with our Prince on the matter.”
Sif glared at Thor from her position, annoyance thick in her breast.
“I will bring an Vanir healer here to Midgard to help with your recovery from your ordeal.” The announcement brooked no argument. Perhaps she could not bring Balder to Asgard but she could still bring the equivalent of the help he would actually require to his current home upon Midgard.
Thor’s fist closed and his arm tensed, but he resisted the urge to pump it in a cheer that he had successfully changed Sif’s mind on the matter. “It is not that I think you cannot make your own decisions,” he amended, backing off a little at Sif’s insistence. “I just think you’ve underestimated how much of a toll it has taken on your body--or how much it would if we allowed you to go to the trial you insist on.”
He leaned back from Balder’s prone form but still kept his hand out in offer should he reach for the assistance. He gave a glance at Jane before posing his next question.
“How much time do you think before you could get a Vanir healer here,” he asked, “and who would you have come? We’re rather full-up here already, and there is a Midgardian physician who has been of some help to us.” Blake was an irritation, he thought, but he had also been invaluable in getting Balder as well as he had become.
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