He glanced back at her over his shoulder. A shadow flickered over his pale features. "I am sure you will be able to control them soon enough," he said softly. A token of guilt? Empathy? It was a hard thing to discern for any spectator.
A rock was the first focus of his training. Loki stretched out his hands towards it. The powers of the ghost still lacked honing. He had only ever trained alone before and the audience was not something he was used to. It strengthened his urge to succeed. He reached out towards it with his magic but he struggled to cause a reaction. It shook slightly under his influence and powers. Nothing else.