"Breathe, Steve, for god's sake..." she shook him a little to get him to stop rattling on at a hundred miles per hour on the subject of Loki. "Okay, yes he did want to hurt me in the range and you're not his favourite person in the world..." understatement of the century there, Pegs, "But I saw the look on his face when he saw that I'd been shot. I know it wasn't just fear, it was guilt and regret. And now he came here and healed me, look!" she pulled off the top of her robe and ran her fingers over the smooth skin. "I don't have to have another damn scar, I don't have to wait months until it looks passable as normal flesh again."
She took his hand brought it to her shoulder, "I know there's something wrong in his head, but why risk coming here just to heal the wound? He could have let it go normal but he didn't. So what if he's not pleasant, a lot of people here aren't pleasant, or even cordial."