“I have been hearing that phrase a lot lately. I am starting to feel like I am the only person to not have heard them before.” Wherever this school is, it’s not on a realm he’s overly familiar with, that’s for sure.

There’s a moment where Loki almost flinches away from the touch. He’s really only used to his mother touching him in such a way and he suddenly misses her fiercely, though he pushes that feeling down and out of the way. He’s mad at her, isn’t he? Loki’s memories seem to be going in and out of focus and he’s feeling too tired to concentrate much on how or why that might be happening.

He’s torn from his half thoughts when the man speaks again. Loki blinks up at him, wondering what a concussion entails. He’s certainly taken a few bumps to the head in his time, more than a few actually, but he’s never felt quite so off before. It’s a testament to how out of sorts he feels at the moment that he takes the offered arm and allows the man to help him to his feet.

“Thank you.” His voice is rather quiet as he speaks. Loki is rather unaccustomed to such aid. Usually he’s being told to brush himself off, or he’s busy tending to his brother’s wounds after some sparring or a true battle. The man helping him should take note, it’s unlikely he’ll hear anything of the sort from Loki again any time soon.