Loki didn't move until it was very clear that whoever else was on duty in the clinic was busy or blind. He wasn't a healer. There was nothing he could do. And yet, he was the only one and he'd all but promised his brother he intended to behave.

And, all things considered, Loki wasn't inclined to let a small child suffer to make a meaningless point. He marked his place in the Atlas and left his fortress of books to go to the little girl. With her skinned knees. "I assume you fell?"

Loki had even less bedside manner than healing talent, probably.