With a start, Loki recalled not being alone in this bed. Gwyneira. His daughter was here. Frowning, he sat up and looked around the room. There was no indication that she'd been here at all. Where had she gone? Or, was it all a dream? No, it couldn't have been. The pain was too real, the rush of the end weighing heavily on him only to be swiftly cleared away by the light and magic of his daughter. She had healed him, but now she was not here, and a part of him ached to hold her once more.