Apparently he wasn't the only one having difficulty with the quiet because Sigyn started speaking after a long spread of agonizing silence. Granted it was pretty much about the food, which was smelling quite good even though he had dismissed himself as not hungry not long before. He also noticed there was a considerable draft, enough to qualify as a breeze, coming in despite the brush at the cave entrance. She was also sitting closer to that side of the fire than the side that was getting the hot air the draft was blowing across the fire. Why did she go over there when she was far more susceptible to the cold than he was? She was probably quite cold. He, on the other hand, was bordering on uncomfortably warm.
Rather than argue, Loki nodded. “Why don't you move over here,” he said and patted the ground beside him, “I'll move over a bit. The draft is blowing across the fire so it's quite warm on this side. Bring the food over, I'll grab another log and then we can eat.” The look he gave her was one of compromise. There was mutual benefit to his suggestion. She could warm up, he could cool off a bit and they could both eat.
Not waiting for an answer, Loki stood and moved toward the woodpile, making sure the blanket was secure as he moved. She didn't need another eye full. Again he realized if it had been just him in the cave, things would be different. In this respect it was that had he been alone, he would have forgone the blanket entirely and just sat there bare as the day he was born. This circumstance did not allow for that.
He grabbed a log and, careful that the blanket covered everything that should be covered, crouched near the fire to adjust things and set the new log in. Then he grabbed the wineskin and returned to his spot. Well, shifted a bit closer to the cave entrance, but still.