Fǫnn isn't paying much attention to their conversation, partly because she needs to focus, partly out of a sense of giving them some privacy. When Thor looks over at her, she blinks and gives him a reassuring little nod. "Let me know if you start to feel lightheaded," she tells him. Blood loss is inevitable, even with magical surgery, although there is far less loss than there would be with other methods.

"Or if you get cold." Her real concern is that he's lost blood before, not long ago, and even an Asgardian body can suffer from short term anemia. He's not likely to need a transfusion, but it's worth keeping an eye on him. Especially since, if there was an emergency, regrettably Loki's blood would not be suitable to transfer to his brother.

Loki's expression is soft when Thor looks back at him, almost tender. "I was encouraged," he says, "by more than one person, whether they know it or not."

Reynard, Harley, his alternate, even Prometheus. "But your acceptance means the most, and always will. It matters not to me that we are not from the same world of origin. Not in this."

As much as the Thor of his own world tried, they never reached this point. Loki regrets that, and he feels sorrow on behalf of his alternate, who has just been lost. Who he is certain this Thor is still mourning. Even in darkness, though, there can be faint glimmers of light, and this is one of them: they are both here, and they have a greater understanding between the two of them than ever before in their lives.