"I don't like the odds." It was a half-lie, but it would serve. "And thus, you need sleep too." She had even less reserves than he did, likely. Humans were so fragile.

Letting the whim take him, Loki uncrossed his arms and moved towards her. Reaching out to place his hand against her forehead. To nudge her mind once more, influence what he could sense of happy memories. "Sleep, Dr. Christine Palmer. No more nightmares tonight."

And when he was done, Loki turned to head back to the guest room.