Bard was just strolling along the deck by the rail, until he saw the young Loki pondering to herself at the ship's tail stairs. If he was honest to himself, he was quite fond of the Jotun, even though he doesn't know true nature nor free to another. Dissapointment, yes, but did he care? No. He didn't care if this young lad was already taken, but regardless, he found Loki to be a [i]possibly[/i] trusted comrade. Just knowing that Loki looked troubled in his grief, the pirate "captain" approached him casually, yet cautiously. Just casually setting himself down next to him, Bard was just looking at him, analyzing. "My intuitive sense of a creature tells me that you are troubled", he observed.