"Loki."

Her voice was sharp as she grabbed his arm, keeping him from lurching away. He was in no state to get anywhere by himself, that much was obvious. Her dark gaze narrowed with temper, but it wasn't directed at him.

"Trust me," she stated softly, meeting his gaze as best she could. Since she had hold of his arm, she draped it over her shoulders, taking his weight herself as she helped get him to his feet, her arm wrapping about his waist to help balance them both. She was not going to be brushed off and she would carry him back to his rooms if she had to.

Somehow she doubted he'd appreciate that, and she didn't blame him. He had put every single person in that room to shame today.

It was a pity that most of them were a mass of sheep too stupid to know it.