[She takes his meaning without any difficulty, even noting the subtle motion underneath the blankets. Clint had mentioned him, as had Loki and Steve. He was their reason. And that meant something, to a being wrapped up in symbolism. He'd given of himself to defeat an oppressor, unite a group of people, and save his world. That raised her esteem for him from 'Friend of Clint' to 'Someone Worthy'.

Saori was not fond of the older Loki, she knew what he'd done and he made no secret of his contempt for mortals. But she was not a god cut of the same cloth. She was a protector of man, a guardian and a shining beacon of the natural order, of which man was a part. Perhaps it was pity, perhaps a bit of respect, but she reached out an arm to gently squeeze his shoulder.]

Mister Coulson, I'm sure...

[Saori stopped cold, eyes widening for an instant. The contact...Yomojii's mark. He Who Bars The Way, the gatekeeper to the afterlife, had marked this man. Faint, maybe, but she thought she felt something. Curious. Most curious indeed. Maybe it hadn't been his time?

But she says nothing, shaking her head slightly as if she'd gotten a chill.]

I'm sure that peace will reign. I'm...somewhat familiar with events in your world. I am sorry, for what happened there. [And to you, brave one.] And, if you do not mind, I would like to offer you a token of my esteem. A Christmas gift.