[ Loki blinks in surprise at this evaluation of his behaviors and understandings because it's true, with a sort of frightening accuracy; he doesn't see it as difficult or even worthy of much consideration because it comes so easily to him to care about her, and to be patient with her.

She loves her husband and doesn't know if she's a widow or simply a wife during wartime. She loves him, for reasons expressed and unfathomable. How could he not be patient? How could he not care? ]

Sometimes we speak and it's not dissimilar from what I imagine listening to my own thoughts come spilling out in your voice would be. [ It's like a mirror of himself in a very... different way from Sylvie. Sylvie is like him but changed by experiences into something different. Someone different, someone stronger, someone with less smooth edges and no veneer at all to herself. Alexandrie is like him and shaped by those experiences to become something that looks and sounds and thinks as he does. ]