It was not even in question in Sigyn’s mind. Hedylogos would not leave her. She knew that with a certainty that could not be shaken, not by anything but Hedy’s own word would she believe that he would abandon her. Not after the hours, days, he’d spent at her bedside when she’d been ill. Not after that, not after he’d cried with her and asked her to stay. Not knowing that Loki had left her. Hedy wouldn’t do that to her. He wouldn’t leave her.
He would be back.
She gave Harmonia a small smile. “That is certainly easier than what I’d anticipated. Right now, I will take any silver lining I can find. And that is a bright one. Thank you.”
The hesitant touch turned firm as she grasped the Greek’s hand. “This is not the place for you right now. The remainder of Hedy’s servants are being cared for by Isis’ attendants. Why don’t you join them? We have much work to do here before it’s really going to be fit for anyone to see.”
And now she had even more impetus. When Hedylogos returned, she wanted the chateau cleaned as well as was able, and repairs under way. First she would care for his servants, the living and the dead. Then she would work on the house, starting with the area where Colette’s things had been stored. She wanted those recovered and restored as soon as possible. And somewhere in there, she would find a way to care for the erote’s sister as well. It was daunting, and she glanced at Isis, seeking some sort of support. But at the same time, having something to do, having a plan, helped.
“Perhaps Fatima could use a hand?” The question was directed at Isis. Though Sigyn was of the opinion, from what she’d seen, there was very little that Fatima couldn’t tackle. She was almost positive that if she’d asked, the woman could probably halt Ragnarök. Single-handed.