Cricket, quite frankly, thinks Harley deserves better than her Loki. He's come to understand him better after all this time in the same household. He knows now he's not some kind of divine version of Charlie Rakes, that he's not as effete and delicate as he seems. But that doesn't change how damaged he is. Maybe Loki's damage and Harley's can balance one another's out; that ain't Cricket's business, really. But he thinks she could find someone more caring, for damn sure, and hopefully someone that isn't living like they expect to pitch headlong into a grave at any moment. Because Loki sure as hell does.

Maybe one of these days he'll tell her so, but he doubts it's his place. And there's no point right now. They might all end up dying before the season's out.

He nods slowly at her answer. He's seen the ice dagger but doesn't really get the significance. But it kind of makes sense, praying by fighting.

That's not really Cricket's style. He can fight, he can shoot, and if he has to he will, but at heart he's a caretaker. A lover, not a fighter, in the truest sense of the phrase.

But that's what he can do, here and now: he can love Harley, as his friend, as his sister, and when she says she's not giving up, he pulls her into a hug. "You best not give up," he says. "We're more'n halfway through the Winter. I reckon we can finish it out if we keep a hold on what matters."