Nathaniel's dark, day worn, robes were magically replaced with a black set of monogrammed pajamas. The king admired the "NZ" stitched into the chest for a moment and wondered for how long Eva had these prepared for him. Caltrops smiled over the thought when his gaze returned to the Queen and King of Asgard, who stood above him. Rapidly, they were all in bedclothes and Nathaniel was being politely ushered to the far side of the royal bed. The Iowa rancher-turned-ruler of the underworld, with several weird stops in-between, correctly read the room and simply went with it. He lounged, admiring the care Eva took with her clearly wounded husband. The Thunder God had not failed anyone, Nathaniel was sure of it, but the amount of damage young Hellion's death had inflicted on Thor was both admirable and worrisome. When, not if, this demon (as Troy confirmed) struck again, Thor would need to be prepared for the worst.
Once Eva had "gracefully" crawled into her position between them, Nate didn't bat an eye at her quick turn to face Thor. He required her attention much more than Nathaniel currently did, even though this day above ground with Eva had been almost lovely - considering the circumstances. The God of Darkness busied himself with one of his favorite activities, the aggressive massaging of Eva's lower back and bottom regions. The act was very therapeutic for both of them.