Lots? [ Right then, Loki decides he can't try to puzzle his way through this anymore. He lets out a slow, shaky breath as he seems to be trying to regather his thoughts. When he does, he seems to have deflated somewhat as if he's managed to wear himself out. There's a faint trembling to his hand as he brings it up to rub over his face in a tired gesture, and then he's smiling again. It's a fragile expression, but genuine. ]

It's no weekend project, rather a complicated ritual working. Altering reality always is without a special knack for it. [ Briefly, there's an unusual intentness in his gaze as if he's scrutinizing the image of her for something in particular, but it's quickly gone. ]

We'd be channeling through what I could be versus what I am. It's a lot of weight, and you'll be getting your hands dirty with the very stuff a god like me is made of. [ Unfathomable, self-destructive chaos, basically. He omits that part, though he imagines she has an idea just on an academic basis alone. ]

I can work with you through the technical parts, but it'd be your will and power that makes it function.