Loki stared at what was happening in front of him. The god still did not feel comfortable in his own skin - or rather lack of skin. First the attack, then the young blond mage storming out. He glanced down at his own hand, staring at its translucent shape. "I have been told this is where everyone else is. I did not think she would follow me here. She is one of his creatures. I could never trust her. No matter what lies she spins." No, he did not think she had the ego to follow him. Not when it set off wards, not when it would alarm anyone else. But maybe it had been foolish. Maybe he had endangered people. "I did not wish to cause harm." There was a humble honesty in his tone which was strange for the god.