When Frigga relaxed her stance, instinctively Sylvie did too. She would never be totally relaxed, she was too much like a wounded animal for that, always waiting for the next betrayal or attack. But her hands at least, fell from their poised positions to rest, folded across her chest.
"I was eight," Sylvie said gently, "playing with my toys in the palace when the Time Agency snatched me from my universe." She had thought about trying to get back, if all of time was on a string, surely she could go to a point before the TVA pruned her timeline and stop them, but even she knew that it wasn't possible. Maybe the man at the end of the world could do it... but she would rather seem him bloodied at the end of her swords should they ever meet. "I have been alone since then." Which, wasn't entirely true, at least for the last few days.
"I think we cancel each other out. The two of us separately bring bad luck, but somehow we've managed to survive." Loki's words echoed in her ears. Lokis survived, its what they did.