His laugh, even though it was not as full or free as it normally was, was such a welcome sound to her hears. The hard knot in her chest eased a bit, and breathing became easier. It made her better able to concentrate on finishing up the task at hand. And the sooner she was done with it, the sooner she could push the memories of what she'd done to Loki out of her mind. It had been necessary, she'd do it again if she had to, but that didn't mean she'd enjoyed cutting and poking into his flesh or causing him pain.
As she was putting the binding in place to hold the folded fabric against his wound, Loki started talking. And she was further relieved. Until he said if worse came to worst, he'd find a way to get them out of it. Sigyn frowned slightly and corrected, “No. We will find a way out of it. Though I may be a delicate flower, I'm not some helpless maiden that needs to be rescued.” Then she said quietly, “You know, current situation aside. I really do appreciate that you helped me out of that, Loki. Thank you.”
Her eyes went to his mouth, to the fine white scars that were etched around his lips. That's what happened when he figured out how to get himself out of a horrible situation; he'd survived and escaped, but there was a cost. Just like there'd been a cost today. Sigyn didn't realize she'd reached toward him, until her fingertips brushed against his lips.
Jerking her hand back like she'd just touched fire, Sigyn desperately sought to put some distance between them somehow. So she abruptly blurted, “Besides, it's all your fault I'm here at all.”