Wanda puts down her bread and reaches for Loki's hand. She's not sure exactly what's wrong this time, but at least Loki's still able to talk? That's always a good sign.

"I'm here. You're all right," she says softly, squeezing her hand. "Try to focus on breathing, slowly."

Wanda reaches out another tendril of thought and-- oh. Another impending disagreement with her food, apparently. "Do you want some water?" That might help...or it might make it worse, Wanda's not sure.