"That's...a fair way of putting it, yes," he says quietly. "I think after we lose someone they look even more saintly in retrospect, but she always did her best by me, and I'm sure it wasn't easy to balance the duties of Queenship with the duties of motherhood."

When Strange withdraws his hands, Loki gives them a cursory glance and winces inwardly. If magic overuse has caused even part of the pain, magic won't help ease it, more's the pity. Maybe a complete nerve block, but then his hands would be numb and completely useless, so he won't waste his time suggesting it.

"Well, I trust your judgment on that much. Shame I can't offer anything more than herbal tea and sympathy." Loki opts to hop up onto the counter and sit there, facing the doctor, crossing his legs at the ankle. "But I can provide endless Swedish baked goods. The proprietor of a shop I've found actually worships the Norse pantheon and quite likes me."