"That's wonderful," Loki sighs, and finds what he actually wants to do is cry rather than smile and reassure. But that's all right. There will be plenty of time for that later. There is always time later to mourn.

"The people here are very generous," he tells Rindr. "The humans and the others. There are many, many races and species represented here. We need not worry about lack of welcome, at least."

Later on, he'll wonder what Odin would think of all this. Whether he would be apoplectic at the thought of his people so fallen that they would take a meal from a mortal restaurateur, or whether he would be pleased that they're capable of adapting to a change so tremendous. Loki knows what he thinks, though.

Adaptability is power.

"That's a good plan," he nods to Prometheus. "I'll keep watch here, but if you want me to send an illusion along with you, I can do that, as well."