Loki speaks and presses his hand over his heart and speaks about the meaning of love and it's all more than she feels she can begin to process. The meaning of love. If he didn't understand it, how could she when he was literally the first friend she's had in a millennia? The first person she cared for wholly and wanted to see safe. The only person she's been willing to risk oblivion to reunite with -- and then still send away.

It does hurt and it is terrible and she still doesn't want to let go. Can't verbally accept his offer, and yet her feet are stuck to the ground as if glued.

"You're really not angry with me?" Her shoulders slump as she exhales at his request, and then pulls in a trembling breath. "Even though I tricked you. Even though I betrayed your trust. How?"