It took another five minutes of coaxing for Silver to get Loki to sit up. The pale skin on his back was marred with what seemed to be lash marks. Loki wouldn't tell her how he'd got them. In fact, Loki didn't really speak unless it was to insult Silver. She honestly couldn't have cared less at this point, she heard crap like this all the time.

  Silver dabbed the cotton swab covered in ointment gently on the cuts on Loki's back. The red stood out angrily against his skin. He'd been beaten horribly, Silver very much doubted anyone could have deserved this. She knew what Loki had done on Earth, and it made her want to hit him upside the head.

 But it would seem someoned had already beaten her to it. The right side of Loki's head was sticky with blood, matting his hair. A small part of Silver whispered that he had deserved this, after all he'd done. But she had sworn an oath to help anyone who needed helping. Including Loki.

  "You have a concussion," Silver stated. She raised one of her hands, and saw Loki flinch slightly. Immediately her heart went out to him. She'd been there. As a Kid her parents had taken to hitting her, even after years in the Nova Corps, when someone raised a hand around her, she flinched. It was involuntary. 

Silver's voice softened, "I'm going to get rid of your concussion. Okay?"

 Loki just stared at her. She raised her hand again, this time more slowly, and pressed two fingers to Loki's temple. She felt a distinct burning sensation in her head, and quickly removed her hand. "Better?"

"Yes." Loki hesitated, "Thank you."

"Just doing my job."

 Silver tucked her unnused supplies neatly into her bag, zipping it shut. Standing up, she turned to Loki, "I'll be back to check on you tomorrow. Try not to move to much or you'll open up your cuts."

 She headed out of the containment unit, nodding to the Nova guards as she left. Her mind was going over the situation at hand. Silver knew who Loki was and what he had done, but he didn't strike her as the kind of person who would knowingly cost 80 innocent people their lives. Though, Silver of all people knew that appearances could be deceiving. As a child, other kids had been scared of her and hadn't wanted to play with her, simply because she looked different. Blue hair, purple lips, and violet eyes had set her apart, features she couldn't help had alienated her, even from her siblings, though she knew that they loved her. When she was younger she'd brushed her bangs down, hiding her eyes, and shoved her hair up under a hat. She'd been unusually tall, so she'd walked with her shoulders hunched, trying to appear smaller.

 Not anymore, as she'd gotten older, Silver had learned not to care what anyone thought of her. She wore dark purple lipstick over lips that were already a deep purple to contrast with her eyes, and heels that made her even taller than she already was. Because no ones opinion mattered but her own, perhaps Loki hadn't learned that lesson. Perhaps he was still trying to prove something to his family. 

 Her right hand brushed over the tattoo on her left forearm, where the names of all her siblings were written in cursive. Johnathon. Joshua. Joel. Diana. Rosalyn. She knew Loki had a brother, though Thor wasn't his blood. Would Thor come for Loki? Silver wasn't particularly close to any of her siblings, but if they were in prison, she'd do anything she could to get them out.