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[hevenly]

My name is Angela. I am Loki's older sister.

[ Yes, both of them. ...Well. Two-thirds of them. ]

I have come to ensure he is being properly cared for.

[rehandle]

[ —Ah. Well that explains... some of this. There's a pause from Stephen, reassessing her in the context of new information - then he nods and steps aside, allowing her into the entrance hall should she wish. ]

You'll have to excuse the state of the place. It's a work in progress.

[ By work in progress he means it's practically crawling with magic and the decor mostly looks like it's been transplanted either from a variety of random decades in time or an antique store closing down sale. Welcome. ]

[hevenly]

[ She nods her thanks, before stepping inside. She gives the foyer a curious once-over, noting the state of things. Her expression remains impassive as ever, withholding any judgement for now, simply observing. ]

You have just recently moved in, I take it?

[rehandle]

A couple of weeks, after smoothing out anything too dangerous for a young god to be coexisting with. There's a small dimension sealed in the basement, but given he's one of the group who cast it, he's aware that's off limits.

[ Casual as anything, patiently rattling off the details as she takes in the space. ]

Can I offer you anything to drink?

[hevenly]

[ Angela takes care where she treads— the floor boards look old and she does not wish to make a hole in them with an ill-placed hoof.

The comment about Loki helping to create a small dimension in the basement gets a curious look thrown Strange's way, but she does not remark on it. It seems clear to her that whatever happened, Strange has it handled.

At the offer of a drink, though, she shakes her head. ]

No, thank you. I have nothing to repay you.

[rehandle]

[ That— hmm. But if it's a transaction she needs, he can oblige. ]

Consider it thanks for your concern on behalf of my charge.

[hevenly]

[ Oh good, he gets it, without her even having to explain. Most people are not so intuitive. This earns him her first genuine smile of the morning. ]

In that case, some water would be nice. Thank you.

[rehandle]

[ Water it is. A cool glass appears on a small table at her side, neither of which were there before. He nods at them in indication, then continues on. ]

So. Is there anything in particular you wanted to see or know?

[hevenly]

[ Not blinking an eye, Angela takes the glass of water and slakes her thirst. Though she is no sorcerer herself, she is clearly accustomed to being in the presence of one. ]

If you have set up a room for the boy, I would ask to see it. [ And, ] Have you much experience taking care of children?

[rehandle]

[ About that. There's a look on his face that's not exactly sheepish - he's not remotely apologetic - but does convey that he's aware he's lacking critical expertise and would also think that were a concern if the shoe were on the other foot. ]

None. [ He's about to turn to lead her up the stairs to Loki's room, but... hm. Maybe not with those hooves and how loudly some of the stair floorboards creak. ] How are you with magical teleportation?

[hevenly]

[ There's a slight upward twitch of Angela's eyebrow, but she says nothing. She knows that prior experience is not be-all-end-all, and that she herself has been thrust into circumstances she was unprepared for, and fared just fine. Besides, he's clearly skilled in the magic department, and perhaps that will be enough to make up for what he lacks in child rearing experience. ]

Well enough accustomed. My— ex was a magician, and she often transported us across the realms.

[ There is an ever so slight hesitation before the word "ex," as Angela is still adjusting to thinking of her relationship with Sera as being a thing of the past. ]

[rehandle]

[ That's good enough for him. The question, he decides, is warning enough - so one moment they're standing in the foyer of the house, the next they're on the first floor landing, with no pause or portal for travel between the two places. In front of them, the door to Loki's room.

Stephen stands with his arm vaguely lifted, a handhold she can... well, probably have to duck for actually, but it's there if the sudden shift in location has unsteadied her. And easy enough to ignore if it hasn't.

He goes straight on with talking, like they've just taken the stairs and not a very short cut. ]

Here's his room. I don't tend to go in there without due warning, but if we stay out here and peer in I doubt he'll notice when he gets back.

[ Stephen Strange, tentatively trying to respect the privacy of the child-god he's been charged with. ]

[hevenly]

[ She ignores the offer of a handhold, being sure enough on her feet to steady herself. Adjusting to the shift in balance that comes with this form was something she did a long time ago. It comes as naturally to her now as her own form— something she regrets, but finds useful all the same. ]

I will not invade his privacy overmuch.

[ She leans across the threshold, peering at the room as though a cursory glance over the clutter of a teenage boy's life might give her some insight. But overall, she seems satisfied that the room is well enough appointed to meet Loki's needs, and withdraws with a nod of her head. ]

How is he taking to the arrangement?

[rehandle]

[ Turning to lean against the wall as she inspects the room, Stephen folds his arms in patient waiting until the few moments later when Angela's face reappears to nod her approval. Well, good. He's not had any official visits from whatever agencies consider themselves responsible for child welfare, so he'll consider the sisterly nod of approval good enough. ]

Fine, as far as I can tell. We give each other our space, as I promised him, and I'm available if he needs me. Most of the time he's either at school or in his room. We'll eat together sometimes. It seems to suit him alright.

[hevenly]

I am glad for the boy to have companionship, and guidance.

[ When she'd met the spell-created version of him, in her own world, she had seen a loneliness in him that she recognized from her own childhood, as the only wingless girl in Heven. ]

Does he have many friends his own age?

[rehandle]

[ That's a good question. They don't exactly talk about either one of their personal lives much, but - and Stephen's expression here does a brief turn into exasperated amusement with just a hint of resignation: ]

He banded together with a bunch of kids from school to open up a cursed pocket dimension in the basement not too long ago, so.

[ Maybe... maybe. ]

[hevenly]

[ ...What. ]

A cursed pocket dimension.

[ She looks somewhat surprised, but then, knowing Loki, perhaps she oughtn't be. ]

The matter is resolved, I hope?