“Who would leave behind a person that got injured trying to help them?” That concept utterly baffled Sigyn, so she was frowning when she brought his clothes to his side. “I don't understand who would do something like that. If somebody helps you, you help them back. You didn't even have to get involved, not when you were outnumbered like that.”
There was a short pause before she softly added, “Especially sine you don't even like me.”
It was hard to admit, but that bothered her a great deal. While she'd said that coming on this trip was mostly to prove her own mettle to herself, if she were being honest, there was a part of her that had been looking forward to their next meeting when she could tell him that he was all wrong about her. When she could make him think that she was a worthwhile person to talk to. Deep down, she wanted him to like her.
Now he was saying he was sorry for what he'd said, and it should have made her feel better. But it didn't. Because the skill he had with words was that he hit at the heart of a person's shortcomings. That only meant that he was going at pointing them out, not that they didn't exist. Sigyn fervently hoped he'd never use that particular skill on Thor. It would be really unwise.
“We should get you dressed.” It was not only pragmatic, since she still thought it would be best to put some distance between themselves and the jotun, it would give her something to think about other than what Loki's opinion of her truly was. “So we can see how hard it will be for you to walk, and find your things. I... think you might need my help with the dressing. Sorry.”