"Death is less fearsome than loss, I think," Loki tells her. "But both death and loss mean change. Perhaps that is what your Emperor truly fears. People who are excessively comfortable dislike the idea of losing that comfort."

"He should be...disrupted." So says the god of chaos. "But that is not my place unless someone from your world asks for it to be."

And if they did, he would help them fight their emperor, if only for skekGra's sake, but it's probably best if he doesn't get involved in a battle again anytime soon.

He looks over at the Swimmer as her head emerges, and gives her a little bow. He's reminded of a sea otter at a glance, and that is less alarming than many forms a stranger could appear in.

"Una, Agnarr," he calls. "Stay within earshot, please. I will return in a moment."

The plank that leads up to the ship is thin and delicate looking, but neither the weight of a Frost Giant nor a skeksis will make it so much as sway. Balance is required, but they will reach the deck safely. At which point, the two Lokis dissolve into one another, and Eindrid, placed gently on the deck on his own two feet, crows excitedly and comes running to meet his giant avian friend.