Loki didn't take much into the consideration of the height, only that she was here, she was safe, and alive. He missed her motherly gestures, how she would hug him, talk to him, help him, teach him. He missed all of it. He broke up the long hug to look at her, examine her. "How did you escape the Moors? I thought they destroyed everything. Turned it all to ruin." He though noticed Eric's presence and had looked to the man near them. He didn't mind him there. He was use to his presence, something he might be apart of him for sometime.