continuation from here.
“Huh?” Klara woke up from her 30-second micro-nap, slightly confused about what was happening around her. “Sorry, must have dozed off,” she said, giving the other person an apologetic smile. After the events of the last party, she didn’t let her daughter out of her sight, nights included. “What were you saying? I promise you have my attention now,“ she encouraged them, while bringing Lovisa closer to her.
“I asked if you were okay.” Sif tilted her head to the side, studying her friend for a moment. She reached out for the baby, only taking her when Klara let her. “Come on, Mama.” She stood and reached for Klara’s hand with her free one, holding Lovisa as close as Klara had with the other. “Call Raf and let him know you and the girls will be gone tonight. We’re staying at Loki’s place—it’s covered in all kinds of Asgardian magic and has a direct connection to Heimdall and the palace. No one will know you’re there. And you’re going to let us help with Love so you can rest.”