Riza turned to look at Loki who was crying. This was unexpecting of the god from what Riza knew from what Thor had told her. Setting the cooking utensil aside and putting the lid on the pan, the young genius walked up to the god of mischief with caution, unsure what he would do with her near. Slowly reaching a hand out, her hand reaching out to touch his shoulder softly to try and comfort him. She would be unsure if she could give him a hug to comfort him better. "Loki? What's wrong?" Her voice was full of concern and worry for the once semi happy god who suddenly got upset.