Any kind of confidence tends to be misplaced in the Nexus, Loki finds, but given Steve has the strength and stamina to make his own mistakes and learn from them, he's not going to press his point. He does follow the man's glance at the ship, though.
"That is Naglfar," he tells him. "The ship made of the nails of the dead. If it's unsettling to you, there's a reason. But it was made by Eindrid and Sigrid's mother and father, and they are the heirs to it. They'll keep it safe; it will not be used for aggression." Particularly not in the Nexus, but he can't imagine either of the children wishing to start a fight even when they grow up. Explore and defend, perhaps.
"Fair enough," he gives a faintly apologetic smile at Steve's answer. "It isn't entirely my business either way, except inasmuch as me and mine are affected here."
In the meantime, Agnarr has walked closer to Steve, cautious but remembering him as friendly, and gives a silent little wave to Siri.
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"That is Naglfar," he tells him. "The ship made of the nails of the dead. If it's unsettling to you, there's a reason. But it was made by Eindrid and Sigrid's mother and father, and they are the heirs to it. They'll keep it safe; it will not be used for aggression." Particularly not in the Nexus, but he can't imagine either of the children wishing to start a fight even when they grow up. Explore and defend, perhaps.
"Fair enough," he gives a faintly apologetic smile at Steve's answer. "It isn't entirely my business either way, except inasmuch as me and mine are affected here."
In the meantime, Agnarr has walked closer to Steve, cautious but remembering him as friendly, and gives a silent little wave to Siri.