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"Of course not. It is not conducive to tossing and turning," he answered.
Her mother glanced down at the top of Helena's helmet. "See? What did I tell you?"
"But mine's not metal! Not yet! I sleep fine in it!" Helena told her. The other onlookers glanced at her mother with worry and confusion.
"I am so worried about the cape," her mother whispered loudly, motioning toward her own neck.
"I see." Thor looked back at Helena. "When armor is over-used---"
A fat finger tapped his upper arm. A stout man in a headset stood over him, furrowing his brow.
"Mr. Odinson, I mean Your Highness...Majesty...Excellency...Your Grace, we need you inside. We're experiencing some technical difficulties and our producers thought your presence might entertain the at-home audience while we resolve the issue."
Thor pulled himself up to his full height and the headset-man's hands shook. "If that is what they require, then I must go. Helena, we will finish our discussion when I return."
"Actually, they want the girl, too ," the headset-man said.
"Excuse me?" Helena's mother clutched her daughter to her side.
The head-set man shrugged. "I know it's a lot to ask, ma'am, but our ratings nearly doubled when we started running footage of them."
Thor held his hand out once again. "Madam, the choice is entirely yours. And Helena's." Then he turned back to the headset-man. "Whatever their decision, I shall go."
His cape billowed out behind him as he went to find the door to the studio.
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