"I have only been to the surface a handful of times, and prior to crafting something that would negate my curse, I perished in moments." She said, still glancing skyward. "That I do not do so here is... incredible."

Odd. Wrong. But she wasn't complaining.

She turned her attention back to Loki as he spoke. "A different brand of magic, perhaps. Something they can control as opposed to something they cannot — or do not understand." Melinoë did not seem bothered either way by the circumstances of her arrival and her rank in the world. She would just need to regain, regrow, and do better.

"You've... settled here?"