Loki leans into the touch, her eyes closing and her whole self gravitating towards Sigyn. She can't stay away, can't keep herself from wanting anything more than this kind touch.

"I didn't know you were here," she echoes. "I didn't know anyone who might know me was here." And something about putting that into words hits her in the gut. She realizes that, if one person who knows her is here, there might be others.

"I should--I should leave." She stumbles back, fear streaking across her face. She can't stay here, she can't let anyone get this kind, sad woman.

"I'm sorry," she says yet again. "I wish I could stay..."