"Not a cure, I'm afraid. Healing has never been my talent." A flick of magic and he put the shield on himself. He moved over to crouch in front of her, then reached out to cup her cheek with one hand. "Best I can do, I'm afraid." Loki leaned forward to press a kiss on her forehead, seeking to draw off a bit of her pain as he had once before.

He wondered if she realized how strange it was for him to do that; it wasn't something he'd even consider doing for anyone else. It was far too personal.