Sigyn really wanted to tell him to just stuff it and find her damn shoe. Then she could get dressed and leave, and put this disastrous night behind her. And try to get on with a life that was going to be long and lonely. Apparently hitting her head made her a bit maudlin too.
But she didn't tell him any of that, especially the long, lonely life bit. Not out of self preservation, but because her head really was hurting. More than she thought it should. Which was worrying her just a bit.
"Alright," she said, rather than nodding. She didn't want to move unless she had to. Which currently meant that she was staring at the side of his bed rather than turning her head to look at him. "How do you want to do this? Left arm first?"
Sigyn lifted that arm, while using the other to keep the blanket pressed against her chest. Very quietly, almost inaudibly, she murmured, "Sorry."