She laughs, deep and not entirely pleasant, and he can't be entirely sure it's at his joke. Lexoris tilts his head again, but if there is more to be said on that subject, the Eliksni seem content to let Blaze and her kindred explain it. If and when the opportunity arises.

Meantime, she lifts a hand, gestures for him to go. She does rumble a farewell, of a sort: "Until then, Loki of Askaar." One gets the impression anyway that her English fluency isn't suitable for poetic courtesies, if this is that kind of court.

Lexoris moves back to lead the way again. The guard follows again, and they're still keeping watch, but things seem subtly less tense when they head back the same winding route they came. Loki's still going to draw just as many stares and startled hisses from the Eliksni they pass, however.