"My liege," Zap returned Nate's formality with her words but not her actions, because Tress was still working on the braid in the back of her hair to keep it from her face while she slept. His aura of purpose had preceded him. That was quick, she thought, of his work concerning a tribute. That was what she was going to call it, so.
Caltrops' message read loud and clear 'we're sending Ronan to hell, no big'. Right... she couldn't really argue with his choice, especially since he said Mars had volunteered. "I'm glad we made progress," she told Nathaniel as Tress went to bring her the book. When Qiana took her leave, Zap turned fully to face her other guest.
"You've 'done more with less'?" the electrokine laughed, leaning over to rest an elbow on her chair's arm. Fair enough. "Tonight, though?" she recalled the last thing he'd mentioned a few minutes later, since she'd remained fairly mum while Qiana had been in the room. "I literally just got changed for bedtime-but-not-sleeping-because-I-don't." She sighed and then stood. "Well, where is he?" She held the book under her arm, which was simply a tome she'd dug through earlier in the day, concerning all aspects of Helheim. Cute neighborhood. Curb appeal. "And don't 'your majesty' me - you're a bad example," the darker woman told him, belatedly. A mystical hand reached out across the space between them and gave him an invisible nudge to the shoulder.