"It's all right," Sigyn assures her, softly, and wraps her other hand around Loki's as well. It's something, something less alarming than reaching out and pulling her wife into her arms, and all Sigyn wants to do right now is touch her, again and again, until she can believe Loki's really there.

"Why -- why couldn't you? If you want to talk about it," she adds quickly. "If you don't, we don't have to." Now now, anyway. Eventually she'll have to know, she has to know what happened, has to figure it out so that it can't happen again, but there's time for that. There has to be time for that now.