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Mot fussed in the kitchen, boiling water and getting their tea ready. He heard Hel grouching and was set to dismiss it as nothing until he heard a thud.

Did... did she kill Freya?

Mot left the kitchen only to see Hel trying to pick herself up from the floor. Mot wanted to panic and help her up, but he knew how that would end. "Hel.." He started, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You aren't trying to move, are you?" He sighed, certain Freya would deal with her and went back to fix the tea. Anything he tried to do would be met with harsh words and violence anyway. She wasn't hurting herself yet, so he'd let it be.

He finished up the three teas, and set them on Hel's nightstand. Then? He sat down on the floor where Hel lay. He took up a teacup, and held it out for Hel.

"Tea?" He asked with a dead pan voice and poker face.

Hel just huffed, her chest rising and falling angrily from the pained protest in her back, and from the treatment she was receiving.

She turned a heated glare to Mot, and then down at the tea. Really, what she was about to do next was rather predictable. A hand whipped out, knocking the tea cup out of his hand and flinging it across the room. “I do not want any tea.” She seethed. “We had a talk, Mot.” She started in on the cowboil, absolutely livid. All she wanted was to be alone right now. Why couldn’t they heed that request? “We talked about saying what we wanted. If you care for me at all!” She snapped. “You will do what I ask, what I want. I want you to leave. You are of no use to me right now.”

Freya was ignored for right now. She’d deal with her as soon as she got Mot.

The tea flew into the air, splattering riiight where Freya's legs had been, and she flopped back onto the bed, grateful for her hindsight. She stared up at the ceiling while Mot spoke, his carefully guarded words hiding the sudden exit he was about to perform. She vaulted up to a seated position when she realized Mot was actually leaving, and stared with mouth agape as Hel let him go.

"Odin's beard, Hel, are yeh out of yehr mind? He LOVES yeh, yeh stubborn fool, don't lets him walks away from yeh like that!" She climbed back down to bend over the bed, staring at her sister as she lay on her stomach. "For the love of all the gods in Valhalla, crumpet, please. I know yehr hurtings, and I'll never understands how much. But that don't means I don't cares enough teh stops yeh from makings the biggest mistake of yehr life. Please."

She looked at the now closed door, and winced in sadness. "Don't lets him walks away."

"It is NOT better this way." Freya practically roared, vaulting off the bed and leaping to stand in front of her sister. The mere idea that Hel needed help filled her with a surging need to comply, and she bent down to carefully wrap her arms around Hel's middle, waiting for her sister to grab hold before very slowly helping her up. "Yehr wrong. Yehr wrong, and it's my fault yehr wrong."

Freya settled Hel back on the bed, and pulled away, frowning in defeat. "I thought yeh'd already realized by now that I was the idiot here, Hel. I was the one who thought love was for fools. If yeh lets yehrself start teh thinks that, yehr only goings teh hurts yehrself more. But now yeh've gone and let him walk away, and yeh has teh sits here and deals with it."

Freya sat down at the edge of the bed, firm and stubborn - nothing like Mot's calm numbness. "And I'm goings teh sits with yeh. Yeh can't get up without hurting yehrself, and yehr goings teh needs things. Like food and a good shower, eventually. Besides, if I lets yeh alone for a few days, yeh'll just lock me out and never lets me back in."

At last, Hel was starting to relent. Somewhat. Freya took her offer at face value, seriously considering it for a moment. After all, Hel was right - no locks were going to keep her from her sister if she really wanted to get to her.

"Well.." She hedged, eyeing the bed for a moment. "Weeeell.. how many days is a few days?"

Nobody wanted to deal with a miserable Hel if they could avoid it. Freya least of all.

At least Hel was sounding a little more like herself. Maybe Freya wasn't so useless of a sister, after all. She wasn't screeching like a harpie and throwing things, at least..

"Mmmm... three days. BUT. Yeh lets me feeds yeh tonight. And change yeh so yeh can sleeps in something clean. And the first day starts today, anyway. So technically, is more like two and a half days."

Her eyes widened just a bit, daring Hel to argue. "Then.. I'll go, and I'll be right across the hall, so if yeh needs me, I can hears yeh. I'm not goings anywhere. Not teh Herryk's, not teh class, nowhere. I'll be right there, if yeh needs me." She waited in silence to see if Hel would agree to her terms.

A deal well made! Freya nodded her head sharply and hopped off the bed. "Okay! Food first, I go makes it! Yeh stays there, don't moves, I'll makes one of yehr favorites."

And she disappeared, off to cook something hot and filling, and perhaps find a little penance in the small moments Hel would allow her to take care of her that night.