A cuddle. Eva really isn't sure what that means, but it sparks something of a memory, down inside. A woman's face, her features indistinct, running like wax. A child, sweet-mouthed and sleepy. Who was she?

She realizes, belatedly, that it is working.

"Yes," She says, quiet and sonder in the echoing dark behind her visor, "I can feel it: that the darksign is no longer running rampant, at least for now. You're really very amazing, Loki. I've only ever known one thing that could calm it, before."