"Hey," He kept Thora tucked under one arm as he rose, the hellhound wanting to go sniff at the other dog. All that was noticeable of the hellhound was the pink collar and hammer shaped dog tag, seemingly floating in midair as he stood. "Settling in okay?"

Loki wasn't great at this sort of thing, concern, sympathy. They were foreign, but he was trying because he felt them for Claire in this situation, "You're safe here, you know. More than safe. This is likely the safest place on the island." And of that he was confident.