He's worried about the refugees, but he continues to calm as things begin to fall into place. Whether he and Prometheus manage to hold onto their friendship or not, he will not forget this help.
Some of the children gape at the cart being wheeled over, and one of the women hastens to take charge there. Even little Asgardians have significant appetites, and snacks are a good idea, but they'll demolish the contents of that cart quickly if not curbed. Loki is by the first aid couch when Prometheus returns to his side, and he has about a dozen children and two adults lined up around him with injuries. He's got his hands on the head of a pre-teen boy, who seems to have some kind of head or neck wound.
"Less than I feared," he answers. "And most are bumps or sprains." He's using his seidr now, lips pursed tightly, brows knit in concentration.
"This one most definitely has a concussion, though. Some...some debris must have hit him." He swallows. "There are also a few burns, but I don't think any of these are life-threatening."
That's a mercy. If they were going to lose any of these people, Loki's not sure what he would do, let alone what he'd tell Thor later. In the meantime, though, he's still got the girl and the toddler clinging to him, although they're on the floor next to him now rather than on his back or in his arms.
"Norns. If you can do a roll-call, that would be immensely helpful. Unless you have exceptional skill with healing head injuries, I think I can manage. I'm not a good healer, but I can do a bit of everything."
He pauses and reaches back to take the first aid kit, then nods his head at the children clinging to his coat. "If you find any others who are in shock like this, without an adult with them, please bring them to me. I will take them to shelter first."
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Some of the children gape at the cart being wheeled over, and one of the women hastens to take charge there. Even little Asgardians have significant appetites, and snacks are a good idea, but they'll demolish the contents of that cart quickly if not curbed. Loki is by the first aid couch when Prometheus returns to his side, and he has about a dozen children and two adults lined up around him with injuries. He's got his hands on the head of a pre-teen boy, who seems to have some kind of head or neck wound.
"Less than I feared," he answers. "And most are bumps or sprains." He's using his seidr now, lips pursed tightly, brows knit in concentration.
"This one most definitely has a concussion, though. Some...some debris must have hit him." He swallows. "There are also a few burns, but I don't think any of these are life-threatening."
That's a mercy. If they were going to lose any of these people, Loki's not sure what he would do, let alone what he'd tell Thor later. In the meantime, though, he's still got the girl and the toddler clinging to him, although they're on the floor next to him now rather than on his back or in his arms.
"Norns. If you can do a roll-call, that would be immensely helpful. Unless you have exceptional skill with healing head injuries, I think I can manage. I'm not a good healer, but I can do a bit of everything."
He pauses and reaches back to take the first aid kit, then nods his head at the children clinging to his coat. "If you find any others who are in shock like this, without an adult with them, please bring them to me. I will take them to shelter first."