"I'd be just as proud if I'd gained weight." Maryanne chuckled. "My metabolism is one to give Steve's a run." But she was glad he was still polite. Even if he was different.
"Thank you. I thought in hindsight to bring blankets, or at least towels, but they're a little difficult to carry four legged." Her fingers stroked over the rug beneath her. "Loki, I want you to leave Steve alone. I know I'm asking a lot. But right now I'm lucid, and not all that hormonal, that's not going to last much longer. I tend to take offence to people messing with my family, and once I get hormonal, I can't promise I'll be polite and willing to talk. And once you've spent a bad few days with somebody, searching through war-zone wreckage, it's hard not to consider them family."