There was something so profound in the simplicity of touch, of contact with another living being. Sigyn had an inkling of how much she'd been missing it while she sat in the cave, holding the bowl, with her husband unable to touch her. For several years, he'd barely spoken to her. But the true depths of how deprived she'd been became apparent after she'd met Isis. It was only then, when the Egyptian queen embraced her, that Sigyn realized how much she'd been craving connection with another person. It had gotten better, a bit, once she discovered the trick with the parasols and umbrellas. Then she could at least touch Loki, though he couldn't return the favor.
But there was still, and would always be, something special and immensely comforting about the hugs received from Isis. There was a confidence in the way she moved, and compassion in the embrace itself. It was almost motherly, though that was hardly the dynamic of their friendship. Which didn't matter in the least to Sigyn. She simply loved the hugs, and she returned this one with enthusiasm, happy that her friend was pleased on her behalf.
As Isis released her, Sigyn shook her head in answer to the question. “Not at the moment. I want you to meet him, soon. But I wanted a chance to explain everything first, to tell you what has been happening.” She smiled slightly. “And he would have eaten all of the pastries by now and turned up his nose at the tea.”
He might have liked it, actually, as it wasn't exactly a standard tea. But the idea of a tea party? No, that was not Loki's style at all.
“I have so much to tell you,” she said, gesturing for Isis to resume her seat. Then her hands reached for the tea pot to pour the tea she'd spent so much time tracking down. “I'm not even sure where to start. I suppose that it would be best to skip over the mundane things that happened since we last met, we can come back to that later. I'm guessing you want to know how... how it happened.” Sigyn took a deep breath and blurted out, “Loki broke the bonds while I was out.”
There was no need to explain the significance of what that meant. Sigyn had told Isis what held Loki to the rock. So the Egyptian would know that Sigyn had finally lost all that had remained of Narvi. And she would understand. She was a mother too.