Rose placed her hand, palm open and welcoming, in the empty space between them; a silent invitation, and a wordless wish for his trust. It stayed there, for minutes or hours. Time seemed to shift as she waited.
Finally, Loki moved. Rose watched his impassive face as his hand lifted and paused over her hand. After a second, though, he made the decisive motion down. Rose saw the slight tremor in his wrist, and gently squeezed his hand when it made contact with hers. [x]