[ shaking his head fervently as he looks up at loki. at times like this, he's not accustomed to reaching out, but he can tell loki is trying to help in the godling's own strange ways. ]

No, it's your birthday present. I want you to have it. It's just...

[ a pause as he opens his arms and stares down at his palms. ]

She'd be Percy's age, you know. And I'm starting to forget what her face looked like.