His gaze flicks down to where she'd caught his hand, then back up to her. Gaze inscrutable, emotions playing in his eyes. Wariness, surprise, cautious hope, and more--all moving too quickly and too jumbled to be made sense of easily.

"...why do you care?" Loki asks softly. Why did it matter to her, that she needed to reassure him. Why did it matter to him that she was doing so.