“Yes, it's out.” She was so relieved that he was finally talking again, and making sense, that she leaned down and bussed a quick kiss to his forehead. Then, remembering who he was, and that he was naked, she very swiftly sat up again. The heat in her cheeks informed her that he was blushing, so Sigyn did her best to ignore it.
“Loki, do you have any thread in your pack, or any needles? I know it's a long shot,” she said, “but I think it would really help if I could close up the wound. I had to cut you to prevent the arrow from doing more damage, so it's a lot longer now. The wound. And still bleeding.”
There were other worries beginning to crowd into her brain. Where were his clothes? She couldn't haul him out of here naked. And would she be able to haul him out at all? She wasn't a shrinking violet, but Loki wasn't a small man either. How much of his weight could she take? How much could he use that leg? Because they couldn't stay here. The largest and most pressing concern was the jotun and how long it would be before they woke up.
Or worse, if a completely different group of frost giants found them, now, when Loki was incapacitated.
Clearing her throat to hide her growing nervousness, Sigyn asked, 'Say, um, do you know where we are? I mean, how close are we to Jotunheim?”
In other words, how soon did she need to find out if she'd have to carry him? The closer they were, the sooner they should leave. Sigyn didn't know what exactly had happened with Squashnose and his friends, but she rather suspected she wasn't going to be able to do it again any time soon. Honestly, she didn't really want to either.