"That is precisely my concern." Loki finished preparing the tea. He brought the mug over and set it down in front of her, then sprawled in the chair across the table. "This little fishbowl shall survive if you take time for yourself. A bit of selfishness would do you no harm and a world of good, I should think. You will spread yourself too thin, and then where shall I be, without someone to patch up my various little cuts and scrapes?"