“It is,” Frigg replied, not entirely convinced of the truth behind the answer that was to given her. Not because she would generally suspect Sigyn of anything untoward, but because of the lack of conviction in the delivery of the answer. Which meant Sigyn didn't believe her own reply. That was not at all comforting. Frigg was going to have to delve a little deeper and see if there was something else going on here that was going to just add to her previous evening's irritation and require a lecture she never fathomed having to give, or if the girl was just tired enough that words and convictions were failing her.
If the latter was the case then this was the wrong part of Asgard to wander aimlessly in.
“Well,” she continued calmly, but not a happily as she normally would have. “Then you are in good company. I have not slept much myself -had a bit of a row last night... those damn wolves of his.” Frigg sighed, loudly. It was never a secret when she was angry with Odin. She yelled, sometimes she threw things... and she always retreated to her own hall until one of them decided they were idiot enough to make amends. “So you've lost track of time... and apparently your way. Do you know where you are, dear?” That question was delivered with a slightly more accusatory tone.
Without invitation she looped her arm through Sigyn's and dragged her off to the path she had originally been taking. “No matter, you can help me pick lingonberry leaves before the sun stresses them. It's better to pick them at or just before dawn anyway. The only decent patch of growth is over here... as much as I am loathe to be over here,” for a moment she let her gaze darkly shift in the direction of Loki's hall. “And you can tell me about whatever has your mind heavy enough to disturb your sleep.”