There's a tall figure standing near one of the springs in the water garden, glittering with some sort of clear material, feathery and beaded like frost. The skin beneath the translucent cloak is cobalt blue, a good match for the water below. Loki is still staring at Cordelia, but at this point he's paying less attention to her than the feeling of energies stirring and settling around him.

He's finding no particular enlightenment as of yet, and he's still not sure he likes this, but he's developing some level of acceptance.

The other man's approach makes him break his gaze from the queen at last, and that's probably for the best. He looks at Gortash, eyes red behind his mask, but his body language is now going from tension to languid uncertainty. "I've lost track of time," he says quietly. "Do you have any idea how late it is?"