Liesmith, Silver-tongued

Loki let her rest against his chest, tipping his head again towards her. He sat still, listening to the silence for a moment, before an idea came to him. He tugged one of her hands free and laid it flat on his knee, palm up, then started slowly drawing letters with his fingertip.

'Soon' was the first word, one rune at a time. He paused after that, raising an eyebrow and looking her way again, trying to gauge whether or not she'd understood what he was trying to communicate.