“I think it will be easier on both of us if I put those on, dirty or not,” Loki said and shifted again slightly. It really didn't matter if they were dirty or not, they were the clothes he had and once the throbbing subsided, he could backtrack to where he had shape-changed and see if his other clothes were there in the undergrowth. “If you could hand them to me please, after I sit here a moment to let the pain settle, I'll put them on.”
Then he was quiet a moment while he turned his head to try to get a look at the wound, inevitably failing. “You're wrong, you know. And so was I.” Sighing, Loki fiddled with the blanket a bit. “Should you have been more prepared? Yes. Should you perhaps paid better attention to where you were going? Absolutely. But... and I can't even remember half of what I said and thought about you with the stabbing pain in my ass, but I'm sure I was wrong about most of that.”
He looked up at the trees, down at the snow, over at the pile of sticks he had collected earlier... anywhere but at Sigyn. “I have a... well, for lack of better word... skill with words. They aren't always kind, in fact if I'm ticked off there is a greater chance they won't be, but I can usually reach maximum impact with whatever I say and get the intended response.” Loki sighed again.
“And while I'd admit that you frustrate me a great deal, you aren't stupid or weak or whatever hurtful things I may have said. It was really brave of you to come out here on your and you didn't have to help me with the arrow.” Turning his head, Loki then looked at her. “Were it anyone else in your position, the chances are far stronger that I would have been left to deal with it on my own. So, thank you.”