“The apple. When I – when she went over to it, all I could think was ‘he has a knife’.” She seizes up at the memory, under the folds of the cloak. “He has a knife. And it didn’t matter, because you had food. She went anyway.”

She tells the story to the ground, not to Loki. Her greatest fear: immobility in the face of a threat. Not being in control of her own body. She has just experienced half a day of it.