Loki felt a hand on his shoulder as his body went stiff. But he remembered Eric being the only one with him and nodded. "It's alright. I apologize." He was sorry. He didn't mean to hold them up. So when the Huntsman was ready, he followed the man out of the forest. As must it pained Loki, he couldn't stay here any longer. Decayed or not.

While on the way out of the Dark Forest, Loki had been trying his best to keep up with Eric, having had no food or much of a drink to help keep his strength up. But determined to keep up and get out. Weaving around and ducking unto limbs and trees, Loki had been walking not exactly noticing that he head gotten himself caught around some branches by his shirt. But what he saw was black snakes and black ooze. He was startled and tried to back away but noticed the black snakes and now a pair of thin hands grabbing his clothing. "Ah! No no no." He felt trapped and just wanted to get out. "Help!" He cried out as he wrapped his arms around himself.