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While she may not be as prone to indulgence as many of the Asgardians she now makes her home amongst, it is rare that Sigyn isn't in the mood to at least linger at the edges of a celebration. Tonight, though, she's tired. She may now be clad in a gown befitting her status, but her day had been spent in the healing chambers - and her handmaiden had spent no short amount of time scrubbing blood from beneath her fingernails before deeming her fit to join the revels.

It is when she notices Loki depart that she takes her own leave, tipping her glass to her lips to finish the dregs of the wine she has been nursing before leaving it abandoned on a table in order to follow after the trickster. When she finds them again, she's quick to note the discomfort in their expression even before their gaze settles upon her.

"Very much so." The Goddess admits honestly, not hesitating to take their offered hand and allow herself to be drawn to settle in their lap. As Loki's head presses against her shoulder she smiles softly, her arm slipping around them so that her palm is pressed between their shoulder blades; in spite of her own exhaustion, a brief burst of healing Seiðr offers comfort to their aching back.

"I am not sure that peace is currently a word in the vocabulary of anyone else in the vicinity, let alone that they are capable of achieving it." The hand on their back moves up so that her fingers can slip into dark hair as she gladly receives the kisses against her skin, and little encouragement is required for her to return the gesture. "Hm. Perhaps, my Prince, you should let me steal you away."

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