Loki held up his hand, fighting back a smirk as he did so. "Worry not, Hermione. There will be plenty of time for us to discuss what we need to. Take care of Gwyneira, I will remain here." A true smile graced his lips when she sighed, a bit of tension leaving her shoulders. She rambled when she was nervous or unsure, and they both knew that was what she was doing. Worried that he would leave or want to jump directly into their discussion, she was putting off the inevitable by rambling on and on about silly little things like tea and supper. "Go on," he urged her, quietly, trying to calm her.