Something about the old woman that lived in the shoe, perhaps? Loki certainly has more children than she knows what to do with right now. They're eating better than just broth and bread, though. She looks curiously at Blaze, smiling at the noticeable awkwardness. It's actually endearing, although she has to wonder why she's so awkward in the face of children. That is what's going on, isn't it? The subtle wavering of her confidence into...what, confusion?

Maybe memory?

Loki will have to think on that.

She opens her mouth to protest when Blaze leaps onto the ground, then fold her arms and gives her a long, piercing look. She's spotted the trail, and points it out with a gesture after a moment. "Best follow that and see where it goes. But Blaze, may I tell you something? As, mm...a momentary ally, if not a friend?"

Loki's not sure whether they're friends or not, at this point. Reluctant liking for one another's style doesn't mean they aren't going to clash sooner rather than later, but for the moment their goals are aligned. "You need to be more careful. Last winter should have taught you that, if nothing else. I don't know if mad recklessness is simply what Guardians do, and if so I certainly understand based on your ability to recover from anything, but--"

She glances pointedly at Ghost and back. "A lot can happen between the moment of death and the moment of rebirth. And in those moments you are at your most vulnerable. And though he may not thank me for mentioning this to you, I can promise you Reynard knows that."

"I don't intend to take sides in whatever the two of you have going, honestly, but spirits have long memories and they are very patient."