"Her condition is critical. I'm not sure how long I can keep her stable." The Doctor admitted. Loki, holding Nari, buried his face in his sons hair to stop himself from crying.
"Can I talk to her?" He asked.
"Wait a bit. She'll be conscious soon." The Doctor responded. A few minutes- which seemed like a lifetime- later Sigyn woke with a loud moan. Loki wiped away the tears and took her hand in his.
"W-where am I?" She asked sleepily.
"We're in the TARDIS- The Doctor's ship." He whispered back.
Her eyes suddenly widened in fear, "Nari?!"
"He's fine. Everyone is; we moved every citizen off world just in time." He laughed.
Her hand brushed gently on his cheek, "I love you." Sigyn muttered, her eyelids fluttered shut and she fell silent.