She almost opened her eyes when she heard him gasp. Almost. Because it was obvious that he made the sound because he was in pain, so he'd need her help. Then she felt his hand at her shoulder. Steadying himself, just as she'd offered. So she bit her lip, squeezed her eyes closed even tighter, and waited.
When he finally spoke, Sigyn judged it to be safe. She opened one eye first, then the other. He still looked a bit pale in her estimation. Which mad her a bit worried about what was to come. There were certain practicalities that needed to be faced, and their situation wasn't one that could be ignored until some sort of help came along. No, they were going to have to deal with things as they were.
She stood, holding out his shirt, weighing the options. Finally, she said, “Once you get dressed, don't fold up the blanket. We'll need that. And the ropes. I think I left the ones I was tied with near your pack, and if you have more, that would be very helpful as well. Do you have a hatchet? I'll need it to cut the branches. I doubt I'll find any the exact right size just lying about, and even if there were some out there, it would take hours to find them. I'd rather get moving while it's still light. So. Hatchet? Yes or no?”
Making a travois wasn't hard, it just took a little time. And the sooner she got started, the sooner it would be done, and the sooner they could get going. The sun wasn't going to stop moving and wait while she worked, and she'd skip it if she could. But she had a feeling a travois was going to end up being necessary. Sigyn just couldn't see how he was going to be able to walk back to Asgard. So she'd just have to drag him.