The relief is overwhelming, and Sigyn squeezes Loki's hand with a smile, bright and grateful, even if there's still tears in her eyes. The rest of it she can figure out later. The important thing is that Loki is here.

"Thank you." She starts to lift Loki's hand to her lips, an old habit that apparently the years alone can't complete with, and then stops herself, not sure if it's okay to do now. Not even sure how to ask.

"Do you," she starts, and then stops herself from asking, straightening a little as she decides to go another way. "My name is Sigyn," she offers instead.