Loki nods, leaning in a little more and forcing herself to keep an even breathing pattern. She's nice, she feels kind and warm and like she might be a kind of safety in this strange place. Maybe she's wrong, maybe she'll turn out to be something terrible but Loki is so tired of being afraid. She's going to let herself take a little comfort, just this once.

"My name," she says, trying to remember. "I--.." She shakes her head. "It's lost. I'll get it back, give me some time. I promise i"ll tell you as soon as I know. I just have to force it out again. Force it to stay in the light long enough for me to say."

Then she stills for a long moment, going very quiet, hardly even breathing.

"Loki," she whispers, looking at Wanda to make sure she's somehow got it right. "I was Loki once. Now I"m not supposed to be anything."