This time around, Loki's hidden himself in the library; technically he should be in the steward's office, trying to get things back to order, but he doesn't have the stomach for it with the though that a new Queen will be coming soon. Someone else will occupy the steward's office, most likely. The thought fills him both with territorial anger, and relief.

He looks up from the book he's curled himself around. Max, he knows. The psychic scent is familiar and doesn't put him instantly on guard. "I have been," he admits. "I'm not very good company right now." Too on edge about everything.