Loki has done wonders for separating himself emotionally from everything, finding it much safer in this mad, bad universe full of beings who will lie to you for their own benefit and discard you freely. It had been a painful metamorphosis, but the god of mischief has seen it as drawing strength and shedding a part of himself that had been so raw and vulnerable.

And for the first time in something like a year, Loki feels concern bubble up within, as he stares down at Sebastian helpless on the ground. Loki stalls, lost as to what to do now. He has fought the Nightmares, vanquished the threat, won the battle... Everything should be fine now.

Right?

"You don't seem so," Loki remarks, moreso to make a weak attempt at arguing with him; it's what they do best, after all.

But Loki can't simply leave it at that, bid Sebastian good night, and go back to his duty. He has no idea what those monsters have done to the human, and from the look of it, it's rather serious. Loki could see something cracked inside this mortal, something soon to break if pushed appropriately, and it is almost certain that Sebastian has breached the breaking point. The Aesir glances about he empty square, as if nervous over being caught for doing something worth being embarrassed over.

Almost reluctantly, Loki kneels down beside Sebastian, and without forewarning reaches and takes the young man's face in his hand to get a better look.

But Loki's hold isn't aggressive, like it always has been.

Loki's eyes search Sebastian's openly with a confident gaze. "What did they do to you?"