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Her eyes finally do focus and she looks around.

"I'm fine." She mutters, "I don't need a crowd, promise."

Even when she's aching she doesn't want to keep Thor or Sif away from their work. She knows Loki wouldn't leave her side for anything.

"Easy, Christine." Sif says gently, reaching for her friend's shoulder. "We wanted to make sure you were safe and aware. You're on the Statesman. Is there anyone we should notify of your safety?" Thor has been standing behind Sif, and nods. "You were under our care, Christine. Of course we're going to ensure you are safe."

No one knows we have a link, Sweetling. Heimdall likely suspects something, given how I knew something was wrong, but not how.

"No. I don't want to worry my mom." Especially with her moms memory the way it is. "And you're all right here."

Her adoptive family is already nearby, which feels really nice.

They'll find out eventually.

"Someone should tell Stephen Strange that I'm okay. If not he may show up."

She's surprised there isn't already a portal.

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I'd rather keep it just for us and private as long as I can. Loki responded, still reaching out with his own mind to cradle hers.

"A good point." Sif agreed. She shot Thor a look, and after a second, Thor nodded. "Right. We'll do that, and get back to our work. There is naught we can do that takes direct action, but we can aid our allies as they work to dismantle our foes." Helping Sif out of her seat, he looked at Loki. "Loki, I hearby charge you as her guardian, as she is still under royal protection."

"If I must, your majesty." Loki bowed his head slightly.

"Thank you."

She almost rolls her eyes at the formality of being assigned a guardian.

I might need to use you as a battery for healing.

She's not going to sit around and wait for her head to heal when she is able to get the skin to knit itself together in moments.

Say the word, Sweetling. Once they were alone again, Loki took her hand. Reaching for her and reaching with a mental hand as well.

I'll just heal this wound.

Her free hand comes to the back of her head, she uses Loki's energy to heal her scalp. It's not an especially bad injury so it heals quickly.

"Thanks, my officially sanctioned guardian." Her voice is still a bit weak, but she is joking again.

A pretense for my spending time with you. It was a pretense, but the pretense was important.

"I believe Ingrid will want to verify you're all healed up." Twining their fingers.

The pretense is tiring when you have a head injury.

"I'm sure she will." Christine weakly squeezes his hand. "I'm sorry about all this. I got told someone was hurt, of course I went to help."

"Sweetling," Loki started softly, "You have nothing to be sorry for." She can tell he wants to say more, but is resisting.

"I've done all this training and work and I got taken down so easily."

She feels bad enough having used a bunch of resources for her rescue. One she shouldn't have needed.

Her eyes are tearing up before she can help it. She's never cried in front of him.

Loki was reaching for her, pulling her close and tucking her under his chin. "We'll make sure it won't happen again, Sweetling. I promise you." Radiating protection and shared pain across their link, and that love he was still unaware of.

"Take as long as you need, before I call for Ingrid. I want you back safe in our rooms."

She cries for a few moments, her face buried in his chest. She's not the type to cry often, but she's been rather overwhelmed.

Her breathing regains a normal rhythm and she wipes her face with her hand.

"Okay. We can call Ingrid."

She is welcome to cry as long as she needs to. Loki simply held her, stroking her shoulder and radiating protection. When she seemed calmer, and moved to wipe her face, he let magic wash over them both--cleaning them up, making them presentable.

"There's a button for you to do so on the arm of your bed. She shouldn't be far, as she was concerned of you like we were."

It's nice to feel his protection and the calm he has.

She nods and hits the little button as Loki returns to a respectable distance from her.

Ingrid isn't far and looks quite relieved to see Christine is awake.

"I am glad you are awake my friend." Ingrid greets with a smile. "We were worried, as I have no healing magics to help close wounds." Reaching out her hand to Christine's shoulder. "And though our people are still not greatly numbered, it is not everyone who has the King waiting for her to wake up."

A look to Loki, and there's a hint of amusement in Ingrid's eyes. "Your Highness, you are in charge of her again?" To which Loki nodded.

"I sorted the wound out myself." Christine offers a little chuckle. "I'm glad to be under your care, I couldn't ask for better."

Christine and Ingrid are fairly close as they work together quite a lot.

"I'm sure the prince is getting sick of me by now."

"You're delightful company, so if he's sick of you then that's his bad taste." Ingrid responding, chuckling when Loki just raised an eyebrow at her. "No offense intended your Highness." She managed to murmur.

"We're in front of an invalid, so I'll let it slide this time." Loki wasn't sure whether he was amused or annoyed. Some combination of both--but she was Christine's friend and their chief healer, which meant she was safe enough for now.

"Let me check her wound, and then if she's good, I'll relinquish her to your care."

Christine is very amused by that. With how closely they work together, Ingrid has more than suspicions that Christine and Loki are close.

"Ingrid is wonderful, and she's very intuitive." Christine gives the other healer's hand a little squeeze.

Christine will soon be cleared to return to Loki's care.

Ingrid is very intuitive, and is well aware that her friend is close. She thinks it's a good change, she's been observing in the Prince. Certainly her friend has blossomed thanks to knowing him. "You flatter me, Christine. You've been very helpful and a true friend to our people." Gently examining the head wound, she nods. "And a marvel as a healer. Let me get you unhooked from the IV. I recommend you take it easy today anyways, but a good cleaning and good food will help you do the rest."

She spoke as she worked, then produced Christine's clothing (her armor having already been taken and removed), and ushered herself and Loki away to let her change. They didn't go far, although their conversation was quiet. Not in any majorly secretive way, more in just a private manner.

"Thank you. I'm feeling better, if a bit worn down." A good soak and sleep will serve her well.

Christine is able to get dressed without assistance. Luckily having been given comfortable clothing.

"You talking about me?" She jokes as she pokes back around.

Ingrid looks mildly offended, while Loki just chuckles. "Not all. I was swearing her to secrecy about corpse-handling when I bring in the gutted bodies of those who took you." That had Ingrid looking at him a little worried, before he chuckled. It wasn't entirely reassuring...

"Go, feel better still my friend, ja? Take care of yourself so you can help others."

"He won't bring you any corpses, promise." Christine rolls her eyes. Most people don't even realize Loki can joke, though there's usually distinct possibility he's not joking at all.

"I will, I'll take it slow for a few days. Thank you for your help."

"Of course. You're quite welcome and if you need anything, you just ask." Ingrid moved to clasp Christine's hands, then headed back to what she'd been working on.

Loki fell into step with Christine, still looking slightly amused.

Having fun?

She's a bit slower than normal on their walk back, but she is steady on her feet and the path is familar.

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