Loki's magic would, of course, bring him to his goddaughter's room. Which would, as luck would have it, have both mother and daughter there. Aislinn was getting better at sleeping longer periods of times, but she was still a newborn, after all, and a generally fussy one at that. Some nights Emma just kept her with her, despite the general warnings not to. Usually, though, she could manage to get the baby back to sleep relatively quickly.
She was used to Loki's occasional check-ins. They came, most typically, after one of the Seal's mass exodus plans, when several people were taken at once. It came with being close to him, and instead of being annoyed by it or argumentative, she was really just grateful to have someone in her life who cared enough to pop in and check on her randomly. He was never obtrusive about it, simply looked in, made sure she was all right, and disappeared back out.
So as she sat in the rocking chair humming Bon Jovi's Always and patting Aislinn's back, she only glanced up when her friend appeared in the nursery. "Hi," she offered, a look of concern on her face. Because something was off. It didn't take someone who knew him well to see that, and she liked to think that she did. As well as most anyone, she imagined. Oh, she assumed Thor knew him better, and of course Darcy did. But on the list of people who knew when something was wrong with Loki, Emma was up there.
And something was definitely wrong.
"Doing all right?" Well, obviously he wasn't. Not if he was making random check-ins on her daughter. Which left her feeling uneasy and anxious. The baby had enough against her, didn't she? She didn't need this on top of everything else.