Eir has greater age and confidence under her belt, as it were. It not unlikely that she's had to bully one or both of the sons of Odin into resting after an injury, before, though maybe none this severe. And of course, now Thor is not Prince, but King, and that's a higher authority to attempt to overrule. In short, Fǫnn is at a disadvantage alone, but at least Loki is potential backup if Thor decides to go looking for a fight.

And Loki is not inclined to let him get away with shrugging off the madness he apparently pulled on Nidavellir. "Just because it worked doesn't mean it was a good idea," he points out, partly because he has to--it's practically his vocation to point out when Thor does something foolish--and partly because light bickering is so normal between them it makes him feel a little more stable to have the opportunity.

On the other hand, Thor is so low right now, too much needling might actively harm him, so Loki leaves it at that for the moment. "Well, if he permits you to get damaged, he'll have to have words with me. I've finally gotten you properly broken in and accustomed to me and I don't want to have to start over with a whole new sibling."

A joke with a grain of truth, there. Loki stands and comes over to Fǫnn's side. "Do you mean to use magic entirely, for this?"

"I don't have all the tools to do it by hand," she says. "And honestly, I'm not sure any bone rasp we could get easily would be strong enough for--"

"Please." Loki winces visibly. "I'm not...that's a bit more information than I wanted." He puts his hand on Thor's good shoulder, almost protective.

Fǫnn frowns a little, but takes the squeamish moment in stride. "I will need your help, Prince Loki. That's what you're really asking, I suppose."