Unable to voice a response, Loki merely nodded before exiting the small bedroom. He shut the door on his way out and walked the short distance to Gwyneira's nursery to say his goodbyes. Entering the former study, Loki quietly stalked towards the crib against the far wall. Eira was fast asleep, snuggled underneath a blanket, her dark eyelashes fanned out on her baby-plump cheeks. Loki felt his heart swell with affection at the mere sight of her. She was astoundingly beautiful, far more precious than he ever anticipated. How had he been blessed with such a fair child, especially after the horrifying deeds he committed in his long life?