Loki smiles, hesitant but still there all /the same. "Sigyn," she echoes, tasting the word on her tongue. It feels familiar, like something she's said a thousand times, except there's no memory behind it, no thoughts to accompany the name other than the ones she's forming at this moment.

"I suppose you already know who I am." There's guilt in her tone and she doesn't' meet tSigyn's eyes as she speaks. "I 'm sorry," she adds after a moment. "I--I don't remember much of anything. I couldn't keep what I had."