She studied him a moment longer before sighing and sliding off the bed, acquiescing for the moment. Her expression was still concerned, but she bit her tongue, thinking perhaps the rest would do him better than her presence. She held out the compress to him once more, searching his face as she chewed on her lower lip for a moment.

"Normally I might believe that, but for the moment my suspicions lie elsewhere," she answered him, her fingers squeezing his own for a moment. "Get some rest, Loki. If you die, I shall be most upset with you. Don't think you'll escape that easily. I will come looking for you."