"Thor," Hermione huffed. "He kept you informed of my well-being?" When Loki nodded, apprehension appearing in the lines of his forehead, Hermione stood abruptly. "He must have lied then! Did he tell you of my crippling depression? That I was dying? I know he didn’t tell you about Gwyneira, I asked him not to, but everything else! Everything else I was suffering through should have been enough to bring you running."