"The Nexus is accustomed to far worse problems than a little celebratory mischief," Loki says.

And then her expression softens into deep concern at Aarne's shift in body language. She's seen that many, many times, and it never fails to make her feel sorrow--and guilt--that she can easily have what so many of the people she wants to care for cannot. But denying herself the freedom to alter form is the opposite of helpful for them, and so she doesn't second guess her decision, waiting for him to speak, if he needs to.

She reaches out, slowly and gently enough to let him pull back if he doesn't want to be touched, but if allowed she'll cup one hand under his chin. "I hope you're aware of your own beauty. Woman or man, neither or both: I see you, sibling. And I am beyond grateful for your kindness."