Uriel laughed, not happily. "My dear Loki," she said, "with my life, I'm pretty much positively surprised every time I wake up and notice I am still alive." Then her expression softened a bit and she caressed her stomach. "Well, not quite. But almost. I've noticed myself more than well that friends aren't forever -- but I try to hope." She tilted her head to the side. "Hope is a virtue, you know. One I need much practice with."