Loki and Sylvie (multiples welcome!)
Whatever might possibly be on their knives they could withstand more than others could. He rested his hand against her cheek and made sure to move so her eyes were on him, and not on anything else. It was meant to give her something to focus on and bring her back into this moment.
"I got us out of the hall, but we need to help," he explained, trying to think of a way to be of use. "They're more resistant to magic, but iron is their bane. We can help guide others to safety, at the very least. Perhaps if we moved the tables and benches aside for others to move easier toward the doors...or...I'm open to suggestions. Before we go to a healer."
There were four doors total at each end of the Great Hall. They were tall and wide, with the great golden doors wide open, and several guards moving in, while guests tried to move out.