[There’s a brief moment while Clint is thanking him that a bought of confusion comes over Loki. Everything that’s happened since the train crash seems to be muddled together, switching back and forth between emotions and thoughts and memories. For a brief moment he wonders why the Hel he’s helping this man, why he should care at all…

And then the moment passes and he feels calm and oddly content once more. This is a much nicer feeling from what he’s used to and as such, he doesn't want to examine it too closely.]

Please, think no more of it. I am not squeamish, nor do I mind. You are hardly heavy. Though we should find some supplies or a doctor. I would not want this to get worse.