[ He watches her eat, not at all phased by the rejection of his help when it came. Of course, she wouldn't be comfortable with that kind of thing for too long; at which point would she have grown used to someone helping her? During which disaster, apocalypse, in which no one remembered Sylvie at all? Part of him, altogether not a quiet part, hopes that she'll learn with him though.

He just has to be patient. Right?

Hopefully.

Loki is still watching when she speaks and he blinks before snorting through his nose and shaking his head. ]

What I wouldn't give for some way of playing music for others that doesn't involve feeding the entire ensemble who've come to play it. Or teaching them the music to begin with. Plus a damned train would be useful, here.

What do you miss the most?