"Are you going to need medical attention?", he asked the other, not really sure if cracked ribs called for a visit to the doctor or if it was something that humans simply took care of themselves. He let his armor fade as he watched the other, frowning at his expression. It left him feeling a little helpless, frustrated even that the man had gotten hurt so badly even with him here. What was the point of having power if it couldn't be used to take care of friends? Maybe mischief was really all that he was good for.
"Can you walk?", he asked the other after a moment's consideration, picking up his daggers and tucking them away to distract himself. And it wasn't as if he wanted to overwhelm the other with questions. He seemed frustrated enough without Loki doting awkwardly over him.