Rikive was tired, she had nearly fallen asleep on the van ride returning to the bunker. After healing Parael's life threatening injuries, Tony's and her own; her magic needed to be replenished. It was a strange thing, she could fight in a battle for days without wavering, but she didn't have the same kind of endurance when it came to her magic. 

Unfortunately, anyone that was injured would need to wait for her to replenish her magic before she could heal them.

She had washed and changed into a white tank top and a pair of black sweatpants. She put Winterthorn on her bed and then returned to the main room to participate in the discussion before she had to sleep. "I don't trust the fairy Queen." Rikive said in response to Parael, sitting herself down on the ground with her back leaning against a wall. "Also, if I ever make it back to Asgard, I will be telling the story of your folly, Parael, for centuries to come." She informed him with a small grin with a tad hint of bitterness to it.

She was starting to think she may never see home again. 

"I think, what we are in desperate need of, before we do anything else," She spoke loudly and firmly. "Is an established chain of command. Because the way we are operating now is not working. It's chaotic and one of us is going to end up dead soon if we keep doing what we're doing." She brushed a strand of wet hair behind her ear, looking around the room at everyone present, trying to judge who would be a good leader.