Loki nodded. "It's... nice to know I'm not alone in that." Though there was a definite difference between being unable to return and simply not wanting to. That, he would let pass. He frowned slightly, thinking over her words again. "...had a friend... oh, I am sorry."

He realized that before they got to deep into conversation, he ought to give her the sketches that he'd mentioned. This time it was a view of the waterfall over the end of the world - enough like the waterfall over a fjord that it wouldn't seem too amiss - and another picture of Vakri, this time grazing with Sif's mare. That had been a good afternoon, and not too painful to recall, something calm and good from when life had been much simpler. Between the sketches was another set of runes.