"It is the past..." Loki murmured, looking away now. Expression carefully neutral, posture alert but casual and still with her hands up in front of her and clasped. "....I am not used to caring, at least anymore, about others besides myself. Or rather, I've suffered for it before so closed myself off. Things were starting to mend, and I was trying to be better, when I came here."

It was a hard admission to make, and a sign that Loki did respect and trust the other to give the fae that much. "I do not see a fae as anything less than a type of being. Much as I'm a frost-giant, or Luz is a human. You've kept my interest and companionship because of who you are, as Puck. Not as a fae, for what it's worth."