That was something, at least, that relaxation. Loki looked up at his brother. “Bandages, just in case. Supplies to clean her hands. Painkillers.” Moving Valkyrie seemed like an extraordinarily bad idea, and the clinic didn’t have the supplies or equipment to deal with this kind of internal injury anyway. Leaving her in pain by waiting for natural healing was not an option, even if he was certain that would work. “...Food and water. I’m going to have to try magical healing, so she’ll need that when I’m done.” If his effort didn’t kill her outright.