Honestly, Eva had agreed with Loki's sentiment... the mystery of it all was unfair. So after minutes went by, the Odinsons standing in a line of four as they waited for the reappearance of their ridder... Zap's breath was taken away when she felt his presence on the horizon. There had been a dawn in the darkness, in her own emotions, giving her a window that probably hadn't been granted to the men in her company. Whether it was due to her connection with Nathaniel or simply the paired rings they wore, it didn't matter. The light returned at Nate's willing away the darkness, and she felt Baldr's glow reduce as his sense of urgency receded. Her body relaxed, and she stood still, taking in the scene.
The beast wasn't something that had existed until that night. Only in the minds of fantastical story fans. It was created from pure shadow... or, dark matter, perhaps. It was Nate's Patronus... and that caused her to smirk, which morphed into a grin, and when Nate spoke, Zap left the dais in a rush and moved to embrace her Hand (which was probably an endangered title). Her arms ensnared him, feeling the dry, the doom, the darkness, all of it lingered on him like he'd sat in a sauna of gloom for a day or two. Behind him, the thestral (yeah, that kind) folded its wings to accommodate her presence. "It doesn't count if you literally make the friend," Eva jabbed after withdrawing from a long, long kiss to her almost-king's mouth. She held his face thankfully in her hands and smiled up at him, belly and mask at the same level.
Loki cleared his throat: "Minutes, Nathaniel, only minutes." Mercifully. "How do you feel? What did you see?" He was curious. Gods knew Thor wasn't about to spill the gory details of the gently-guided gauntlet he'd laid forth. And she was kissing him again. "Eva."
Deep breath, kiss broken, withdrawal. Zap looked over her shoulder to Loki, actually in thanks. "Yes." She said somewhat sheepishly, encouraging her dark knight to answer Loki's questions. Though she felt the raw power emanating from him and it was slightly maddening, so she settled for resting her hands on his chest for a moment, breathing deeply again, then finally breaking their connection and curling her fingers to keep them from retreating back to their desired location... Though, in lieu of returning to her throne, she stood by Nate and rested her hands around her belly, patiently waiting for the next step in the process.
Except for the brief moment she took to lean forward and look around Nate at the thestral's face, which turned to look at her too. "His name is Major," she informed Nate, mostly her choosing, then smiled and looked back to Thor, chin high.