"Loki!" She interrupted him again, her worry growing as he babbled, only halfway making sense, his words disjointed and stilted. When his fingers curled against her collar, her arms tightened about him, wishing she could give him some of her strength, some sense of calm. It wasn't like him to be panicking and it frightened her. "Fine, fine, I will take you to your father, but you need to calm down first. You'll do no one any good in this state, you're not making sense. Come sit down a moment," she urged him, one arm moving to twine about his waist as she turned him back to the bed. I think you underestimate what your father understands, dearest. I think he understood from the start. And it will do no good lying to him now when you can barely stand upright, let along string two coherent thoughts together."