The barest of nods in acknowledgement and thanks, as Loki breathed. Holding Puck's hand, letting the fae anchor him. No tears, no hitches of breath, but a definite tension in Loki for several moments.

Before a deep breath in, and out, a squeeze of the other's hand, and a kiss against his hair. All ways of saying thank you, and that Loki was alright again. Even smiling softly, was he shifted to get comfortable around Puck once more to continue the story with the illusions still paused.

"Now, where were we?"