Nora slipped past into the apartment. Because of course she did. Nora was probably more at home in his home than he was--she spent enough time there. Before Ren arrived, Loki couldn't get rid of the girl. Not that he minded. The curmudgeon liked to pretend that he did, when in reality he was fond of her. Like a little sister.
It was certainly Sylvie. Just as he remembered her. It'd been months for him here--building a life, making allies, creating a home here--but for her it'd been... what, hours? Minutes?
"I know," he responded. Because he did know. He reached forward for her, without another word, and pulled her into his embrace, up against his chest. His long arms wrapped around her to hold her tightly--something he'd wanted to do for months now, and never thought he could.