[When he appears, she visibly tenses, eyes red-rimmed and dry; she didn't expect him to come here, especially not today. Not to soon. She folds her hands nervously in front of her, looking from the flower to him. Assessing. After a worrying pause, she takes the small offering, brow furrowed.]
Mr. Loki, are you okay?
[She has questions. Lots of them. But for now, step one.]
[Action, September 25]
Mr. Loki, are you okay?
[She has questions. Lots of them. But for now, step one.]