"Thank you. It's not a common enemy, but there are losses each year. If not from that, then from illness, or age, or battles." Eilonwy watched as he changed positions slightly and listened. Waking up in the garden had been confusing enough, Eilonwy couldn't picture doing it in the middle of death. Or in the middle of the fear of the Horned King, of worrying about her friends.. Before her thoughts could just spiral into an entire wellspring of ideas she didn't want to picture, Eilonwy was moving quickly.

She eased herself to the floor and moved until she could manage to hug Loki. It was awkward with the height difference between them both, but not by much. "I'm sorry. What heavy burdens."