She struggled not to sigh. It was one step forward, two steps back. The light went out of his eyes and the dullness came back to his face. For a minute, he'd been engaged in the conversation. Now, he'd disconnected again, and it was disheartening. But Sigyn was not giving up. She'd gotten him involved once, she could do it again. And if she could get enough momentum, maybe he'd keep going.
Maybe she was attempting to go about this the wrong way. Obviously, he was carrying a heavy amount of guilt. Sigyn could understand that. She second-guessed everything she'd ever done, wondering what and where she could have changed things to come to a different outcome for her children. The idea that if she'd never married Loki, she would never have lost her boys wasn't one that even occurred to her. The only reason she'd had her beautiful sons was because of their father. Sigyn laid blame elsewhere, and she thought Loki should do the same. But she couldn’t force that. At least not yet. It wasn't time yet.
If he wouldn’t make the effort for himself, which apparently he wouldn't, then she would have to find a different way to convince him. “Loki,” her voice was low and urgent, though she tried to keep the desperation out of her tone. “Loki, I'm not leaving you. I can't. I need you. But I don't want to sit here in the cold and watch you suffer. I am tired of being cold and sore. And I want to change that. We are in this together. Both of us. So help me. Please.”
There were things that she knew they needed. Blankets, perhaps a pillow, some things to clean themselves. Maybe even a change of clothing. But she also knew they would have to find a way to keep these things secret if they were going to keep them at all. If someone came and saw items that might give some comfort, they would probably be removed. And it would make it harder to get other things, more things. There was great possibility here. Her eyes went around the cave, wondering where she could hide things once she got them, how could she keep them safe.
The enormity of the undertaking she was proposing hit her in that moment, and she whispered again, “Please.” Though she didn't know exactly who she was addressing then. She just knew she was going to need help, because she was going to do this. Somehow.