The moment was unreal enough without Loki's apology. There were times she had despaired that her son would ever let her hold him again, and now here he was, comforting her. It was good, and she was glad of it, as she was glad for him. She knew he still hurt, but this was tremendous growth on his part, and she was so glad to see it.

Glad to enough and proud enough to set the pain aside.

"It is well enough," she whispered back. "I only hope you will see that your place in our family is not a lie. You are truly my son, Loki. You are the son of my heart."