The soft murmur of voices brought Maryn out of the black abyss of sleep. She heard Frigga speaking and Tora, the third voice was one that took her a moment to place, but when she realised it was the head healer, her memory of what had happened surfaced. A broken noise escaped her before she could stifle it and all talking ceased.
"Dear one?" Frigga's kind face entered her vision and she saw the raw grief in the Allmother's eyes.
Panting slightly, and despite Frigga, Tora, and the healer trying to stop her, Maryn sat up to see she was in the chambers she had shared with Loki; Fenrir sitting curled up at the foot of her bed, his eyes following her every movement intently. "My baby?" despite knowing what the answer would be, she had to ask.
The three women shared a look before the head healer spoke quickly, "You are lucky, my lady. Had the pregnancy been much further advanced you would have died with the babe."
"Enough!" Frigga's voice was sharp and she glared at the older Aesir, "Leave us."
Realising she had said the wrong thing, the healer curtsied deeply and left the room silently, her cheeks pale.
Maryn kept her tears at bay but refused to look up at either Tora or Frigga, "Please, just leave me."
"Maryn," Tora stepped forward, tears sliding down her cheeks, "Please, my lady, you should not be alone."
"And yet I am, Tora," Maryn felt rage boil deep down inside her. "My husband and child are both dead and I have nothing left. You told me to leave the man I love because he was angry and hurt, betrayed by the people who were meant to love him most," she sent Frigga a glare, the grief overwhelming her. "I wish to be left alone."
"I will not leave you when you are still recovering," Tora refused, stepping closer and attempting to take Maryn's hand.
Jerking away from her touch, the princess sneered, "I needed you when my world was falling to pieces and the best you could say was to leave Loki. I needed you then and yet you were not there. Now that I wish to be left alone you refuse." Shaking she closed her eyes to try keep her now unstable magic under control, "Leave, Tora."
"My lady, please, I-," Tora begged but Maryn cut her off.
"Get out!" she screamed, her eyes flashing silver and the furniture in the room trembling with the flow of magic that left her with those words.
Tora's lips pressed into a thin line, and she turned and left, her sobs audible until the door closed behind her.
Frigga stepped forward as Maryn slowly sunk back down onto the bed, her face pressed to the mattress and her hands knotted tightly in the soft sheets. Seeing the younger woman's body shake with her weeping, the Allmother settled on the mattress beside her and leaned down, brushing her hand over Maryn's dark hair as she murmured gentle words to her and let her sob out her grief.