His body stiffened when he heard her leave the bed and come closer to him, thankfully it sounded like there was a blanket being taken with her. Good. Because Loki was fairly certain she was going to try to... touch him somehow... and the idea of her bare flesh pressed up against his was not an unpleasant thought... he only had so much willpower and he knew it. Especially if it involved a warm and willing female embrace... even moreso if he frequently found himself fighting thoughts related to the warm and willing female in question.
Sigyn was touching him, as he suspected, but only his hand, so Loki avoided reacting. He stayed stock still and did not move or look down at her. He could smell her, though. His blankets were going to smell like her. Dammit. That was going to make sleeping difficult when he finally was able to do that.
Alone.
He wasn't going to make some snide remark about her sympathies. Not only did Sigyn not really deserve him to snap at her when he wasn't entirely sure she would have been around to have seen what actually happened first hand, her whole plot had failed and he didn't really want to make her feel worse by making a second failure on top of that.
Oh good, she was getting up. Wait, what?
“Yes, get dressed,” he said quietly. “Please.” Loki shook his head, but stayed looking at the fire. There was only two blankets and some space between them at the moment. That wasn't enough. Sigyn getting dressed would help ease his mind a great deal.
“I have eaten... and drank. Thank Thor for the latter.”