Last spark from the ashes

"I've never held a vigil like this for anyone else," Jie admits, looking to Blaze uneasily. The Exo has moved around the other side as Thor lays down the shrouded form, optics fixed on their friend. Ghost drifts into place close by, shell twitching distractedly as he sends and receives communications. "I don't think anyone has." It's not wrong. There are no explicit rules against it. But neither is it their custom, and he has a feeling someone's bound to take against it.

"I'm going to get some things," he adds, shifting his weight. "If it's all right, I'd like to set up some incense. It... would feel wrong not to do something." Blaze nods a little, but Jie looks to Thor before he steps out, letting the door close behind him.

It's after they're alone with the sweeping Frame that Blaze says, "I waited sixteen hundred years for my Ghost. Give or take a century." She looks up at Thor then, considering the Asgardian. He still looks resolute as before, no matter the fatigue starting to tug at his expression. It's reassuring to see. She adds, "I don't think it'll take that long, for Steve. But it's a good thing you aren't human."