"She... is," she replied, of herself. Eva took Nate's arm, then closed her eyes for a moment while she listened to his deep-dive into the goings-on of the Jol closing. "They'll clean every toilet in the palace tomorrow," next: "Qiana," she interjected, of Tress not being called her 'hairdresser' so dismissively. "We'll have to slow the ale flow," this was said less quietly. "I don't believe that," the queen said of Petr and Sven, unclear if she was joking or not. They'd barely gone a few yards in their stroll around the ballroom when Minor came to her from the ether, his head lifting her free hand at the muzzle.
Her fingers fell through his snout and went below the surface of his corporeal form, then her posture stiffened as she withdrew. "Thank you," she told him, affectionately, but her expression wasn't one of fondness. She turned her head from where she'd been gazing to seek out Thor. "I have to go sit down, you can give him the heads up about Alison," Eva teased, mostly as a distraction. She'd been having aching, longing sensations since the breaking of the Basin... but what Minor had conveyed, about a stirring in the astral plane, was something she couldn't just ignore. Zap untangled her arm from Caltrops and moved toward the edge of the room, doing her best to keep her shoulders back, head high and features merry (or at least even).