His emotions are a bit of a tangle--soothed by the mental hug, jealousy that she'd run to his brother, annoyance at this whole thing, pride in her and how well she'd done... Just flashes and hints of them, returning her mental hug.

"A wise healer, Dr. Palmer." Thor confirmed, stepping aside. "We hadn't expected to be part of things. I was hoping for a challenge before it's time to get changed for the formal event."

"Right, that." Brunhilde rolled her eyes. "I hope you know I'm wearing a pantsuit and if the dignitaries don't like it, tough." Turning her attention back to the others. "And good job. Dismissed." Another clap on Osmund's shoulder as he stumbled by with the others.

"I wouldn't expect less of you, Brunhilde. I expect they'll half-fear you're around to signal one of them is about to die. Have you heard the myths about the valkyrie they have?" Thor said, moving further away and drawing the other with him. One hand behind his back, he gave a thumb's up in his brother and Christine's direction.

Loki rolled his eyes and sighed, before making himself take a deep breath to relax.