Sif easily shifted into Thor's place, letting Loki lean against her shoulder. She was nowhere near as broad or strong has Thor, but she did her best to lend her strength as she could. She nodded at the elder prince as he called the hammer to him and strode from the room, then turning her full attention on the prince rested against her. One arm carefully twined about his waist as she brought the half-filled cup around in front of him

"Here," she murmured softly, lifting the cup to his lips, being careful not to spill any. "Drink. I will hold the cup steady for you, my prince. This should take some of the edge off, I hope."