"There are parts of your father that I am sure he would not want you seeing." Following Katherine's line of thought when she made the request for Loki's knife. There was still the line of respect. Shannon fixed the blankets at his waist. It was hard not to want to give him something in death that would have been given in life. Nothing would change that state. And likely he was already in Valhalla where he could not care about his earthly body.
She leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Forgive me, my love." Words she had never uttered to him in life. And now she regretted it. Sure she told him in her own way. She straightened and reached beneath the blanket and carefully lifted the night shirt without overly exposing him.