His shoulders fell and he looked away again, back to the fire, scanning for something to tuck around his waist. Loki gave a sigh and a quietly exhaled response of, “yes, it's for my daughter.” In the corner, tucked under a table, he found a small stool and smaller blanket saved for if he ever needed another one. He wrapped the blanket around his waist and moved the stool near the fire and sat down.
“She's too far away,” he muttered, mostly to himself, and hunched forward, resting his head in his hands, elbows on his knees.
Taking a deep breath, Loki readdressed the fact that she needed to leave. “No one saw you come here, but how can you know they won't see you leave?” He sighed again. “Why... Why are you here, Sig?”