She was staying in the bed. He'd get all uptight and upset if she tried to hug him, so she was staying in the bed. She was staying in the bed. She was--
Damn it all.
Sigyn pulled the top blanket from the bed, wrapping it around herself, even as she was crossing the floor to get nearer to him. Kneeling close to the stool, she put her hand on his. That was the compromise. She wasn't hugging him, but she needed to touch him. She needed to let him know that it was alright to miss his daughter.
"She sounds a lot like you," Sigyn told him, smiling gently even though he wasn't looking at her. He'd hear it in her voice, wouldn't he? "So I am sure she's far better than most give her credit for. And if they'd bother to try," she continued his thought, "they'd have seen how beautiful she already is, in her heart. And they wouldn't have sent her away. And you wouldn't be missing your child. I'm so sorry they didn't try, Loki. They should have, and I'm sorry they didn't."
What else could she say? Sincere as her sympathy was, it didn't change anything, did it? This was terribly unfair to him. And to his children. But Sigyn was hardly in a position to make any changes to things that had already been done. She could, however, change the current situation. With a sigh, she let go of his hand and said, "Have you eaten? You just got back, did you get anything to eat? Give me a moment, I'll get dressed."