Oddly enough, Sigyn had no qualms in believing that Loki would not peek. Or perhaps not quite so oddly, since he'd been the epitome of gentlemanly when she'd asked him to look away at their first meeting, when she was in nothing but a shift. Unfortunately, as she peeled off the layers of material, it became clear that she would be left with less than that this time, because even her underthings were soaked through. On the back side. Where he'd pressed her into the ground.
Sigyn was considering how to get to her pack, which was currently in front of Loki, as she pulled off her shift with a wince. It was really bitterly cold with bare, damp flesh exposed to the chilly air. Thankfully, the oiled leather that wrapped up her leggings hadn't gotten wet, but above that the wool was drenched. She unlaced the leather, then hopped from one foot to the other as she divested herself of the leggings, sucking air in through her teeth because of the cold coming through her soles. As quickly as she could, she relaced the leather to protect her feet.
And her pack was still in front of Loki. The pack that had her blanket rolled up in it. The blanket that she really, really needed right now. Not only because she was cold, but because it was all she had to cover herself until her clothes dried again. But there was no way she could remain in the wet clothes, that was a surefire way to end up with frostbite and hypothermia. Sigyn bit her lip and came to the conclusion that she would have to ask Loki to move, or close his eyes, or something.
Which is when something smacked into the back of her head.
Sigyn whipped around to give him a piece of her mind for not only throwing something at her, but for looking. When she was so sure he wouldn't! The disappointment made it sting worse than it should have. But when she looked for what hit her, she saw a blanket. He'd given her just the thing she'd been thinking about. Sigyn wrapped it around herself, frowning at the feel of it. It was scratchier than she remembered. And it didn't smell like the lavender she'd rolled up inside it. And her pack hadn't been disturbed.
She blinked, looking at Loki's back. He'd given her his blanket. That was... considerate. It was almost sweet.
Double checking that the blanket was secure and nothing naughty would show, Sigyn quietly moved around him to where she'd left her back. A moment later, her blanket in her hand, she turned and held it out to Loki. “You shouldn't stay in wet things either. It--” She'd been about to say that it would be cold for him, then she remembered what he was. So she finished, rather lamely, “It can't be comfortable.”