"I have already offered." Was Shiva finally offering his thoughts. He'd offered to take her illness. But money, support, that Loki could provide better. He squeezed her hand lightly, then fell back to quietness, to watching them both thoughtfully. Loki was playing king, and kings were necessarily tricksters, playing for power as they could.
Iounn would be a great power, if she did not pass. Even if she did, caring for her was a wise move, as it would surely awaken sympathies with others from their pantheon.
His thumb traced her hand for a moment, supportive silence, and then he murmured: "If I could control who your burden went to, and you could ask them if they are willing, would you consider it?"
That was mostly for Iounn. He didn't know if it was possible.