Wake at Own Risk

That morning, TrailBlaiser is awoken by a small buzzing on her bedside. RiverFlyte, who slept beside her while she was unable to to much of anything, sleepily looks over at the buzzing, bedazzled communicator. He picks it up while TrailBlaiser watches. "This is Swiftwind calling TrailBlaiser. Not RTHQ, TrailBlaiser." 
"Put it on speaker." TrailBlaiser groans. RiverFlyte does this and sets the communicator back down.
"You've got a very weak and tired TrailBlaiser. Be-tee-dubs, RiverFlyte's also here." 
"What? But, it's, like, three in the morning according to my time. What's RiverFlyte doing there?" He buries his face in a pillow.
"Trying to sleep..." he mumbles. TrailBlaiser ignores him.
"He's been taking care of me since I almost died. Again. Details later. So, what's up with you that's so freakin' important it couldn't wait 'til morning." she growls.She hears a laugh from Swiftwind's end.
"Aren't you a morning person?" she jokes. 
"My sense of humor doesn't wake up for a few hours, to keep this simple, shall we?" she groans.
"Fine, fine. I think I've discovered how to finish the challenge." This gets TrailBlaiser and RiverFlyte's attention. "My gift in this realm was healing, so, obviously, it has something to do with that. Thor's girlfriend, What's-her-face,  has recently gone missing and he's freaking out. I think it has something to do with the disruption and somehow, by reuniting them, the mission will be complete." They wait in silence.
"That's it?" TrailBlaiser asks. "What does that have to do with becoming a hero?"
"Hero's help people, right? And helping Thor find his girl would be something a hero would do." Swiftwind reasons.
"Girl, I am not helping you right now, mostly because I have no sense of intelligence because I'm about to fall asleep right now. I'll talk in the morning. When it's daylight. For now, sleep..." She whacks the communicator, shutting off the device. 
"You think she actually figured it out?" RiverFlyte asks. "That would require severe analyzing on both our parts. Perhaps we should help her." TrailBlaiser cuddles up next to him.
"No analyzing. Sleep..." she mumbles through his shirt. He kisses her gently.
"Alright, alright. We'll talk in the morning." They settle down, and are drifting off, when the communicator buzzes again.
"Give it here." TrailBlaiser commands. RiverFlyte obliges, handing her the device. "Swiftwind again." With a mighty effort, she throws it against the wall, destroying it. It lays in a crumpled heap on the carpet. 
"Well, most people silence it, but that works too..." RiverFlyte observes.
"Shut your face." she growls. "I'm tired and if anything wakes me up before sunrise again it will die in flames."  She glances up at RiverFlyte. "Even you." RiverFlyte strokes her hair.
"Love you, too."