When Celina finally felt ready to face Thor, she turned the doorknob and slowly opened the door.

He was standing in the same spot, arms crossed, staring at her with an unreadable expression. A mix of worry, suspicion, and affection.

"Are you okay?" Thor asked, his voice low but firm.

"Yeah..." Celina forced a smile and stepped out of the bathroom. "I have a food allergy... and yet I still insist on eating what I shouldn’t. I love that cake, but I ate it too fast, in the middle of the night... it didn’t sit well." She spoke quickly, tense, fidgeting with her hands, avoiding his gaze.

Thor didn’t move, his eyes fixed on her.

"Are you sure that’s all it is?" he asked, taking a step forward.

Celina nodded quickly, still avoiding his eyes.

"Yeah. Besides the allergy, I also have gastritis... I think the combo didn’t help."

He remained silent for a few seconds, watching her every move, every dodged glance. But he decided to respect her timing.

"Alright... let’s get back to bed," he said, re