[She knows, vaguely, but there are so many more important things Loki is to her than jötunn, than the fallen prince: teacher, friend, unlikely confidant, supposed soulmate, and now caretaker. Even wearing an unfamiliar face Wanda can tell there's something wrong with his smile, enough that she squeezes his hand again. Did she say something wrong? She really is grateful.]
Now you're spoiling me.
[So unfortunate that sitting up requires her to let go of his hand to keep the cloth from falling. Her head still protests the movement, though thanks to the cloth and earlier attempts at rehydrating her, it's much more bearable this time. She rests a moment until the pain passes, eyes closed to savor the cold.
Finally she gives him a tiny smile.]
Is it regular koldskål or did you put something else in it?
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Now you're spoiling me.
[So unfortunate that sitting up requires her to let go of his hand to keep the cloth from falling. Her head still protests the movement, though thanks to the cloth and earlier attempts at rehydrating her, it's much more bearable this time. She rests a moment until the pain passes, eyes closed to savor the cold.
Finally she gives him a tiny smile.]
Is it regular koldskål or did you put something else in it?