"Agreed, actually." Her agreement came quickly enough; evidenced, too, by a quick glance down at his ankle. "Of course you still need to deal with the root cause of it. But for what it is worth, it's not permanent? It's not like it's erasing every single bad sensation, forever. But, just for a little while, you help them carry it. So they're not alone. You lift a little bit of the weight." She's thinking of Thor, now; remembering how his shoulders loosened, the relief that had cleared his brow, a weight he hadn't even fully realised he'd been carrying. That bittersweet sensation knifing through her afterwards: feeling that echo of his pain rippling right through her, even as she was warmed by the sensation of helping. Having helped.

"I like the ankle metaphor. But I also think of it more like... a temporary painkiller? You need those, too. You can't rely on them permanently, but you also can't heal if you're too blinded by the pain to function. You can treat both the symptom and the cause. Do both.

"I won't lie, it can feel really shitty. But it's what you do for friends. And if it's a burden taken on willingly, and shared..." Brigitte shrugs a shoulder.

Of course, though, she's one to talk. That gleam of grey at her wrist means she's at a rather high risk of overburdening herself, too. She automatically justifies how it works because that's how her mind ticks; somehow, the Observers knew that when they clamped this particular wristband on her.