Nyx wasn't telling her anything she hadn't already thought of, but somehow hearing it aloud in someone else's voice cemented the ideas. Solidified them. Hel already knew the power was hers; the fact that Baldr could only be returned if she willed it was proof to Asgard and herself of just how true that was.
As for Odin, the thought that he'd done it to protect her had crossed her mind before, but Hel had dismissed it as a far too complimentary a thought. Still, it was possible. She had often heard her father speak of Odin in a manner that let Hel know he liked and respected the Alfather. Somehow, she doubted that was the case today. His sons were dead, and he was bound- that didn't exactly put the enemy in a flattering light.
"Food?" The abrupt change of subject momentarily threw Hel, and she tried to focus. When had she last eaten? "I...I don't remember." There was the vague recollection of an apple, but was that earlier today? Yesterday? "Everything is such a blur since I got the news." She sniffed, dabbing the handkerchief as delicately as she could to her face. Even with her light touch, she felt a bit of rotted flesh slip away from her cheekbone.
In horror, she kept the handkerchief up close to her face to hide it. "It seems I have not been taking proper care, after all."