[ The expression that chases across his face is an equal mixture of fear and worry; he knows he's not doing excellent himself, after the whole fight in Val Chevin (his nose still is tender and the bruising is quite extensive elsewhere) and Loki steps forward, reaching out a hand to help steady her.
He bites back whatever he wants to say. Careful, maybe or you should have rang sooner. Instead, he stands there, with one hand out near her elbow, looking worried. ]
Come on. [ He shifts his open hand to an arm she can take if she'd like. Ever the princeling. ] Let's get a carriage.
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He bites back whatever he wants to say. Careful, maybe or you should have rang sooner. Instead, he stands there, with one hand out near her elbow, looking worried. ]
Come on. [ He shifts his open hand to an arm she can take if she'd like. Ever the princeling. ] Let's get a carriage.