Taking pity on her, Loki took both her hands into his, gently, and then aided her to her feet. He knew not exactly what to say to her so he let the silence settle around them instead. Words were not important right now, actions were needed more than placating syllables that would inevitably solve nothing in the end. Pulling Hermione against his leather covered chest, he enveloped her with his arms and tucked her head under his chin as he had done to their daughter just the night before. Closing his eyes, he inhaled her scent and felt his own self relax as their bond soothed their frustrations.