Thor bid Freyr a temporary adieu when his eyes spied Eva return to her throne, her expression was neutral which was what gave the king reason to pause. The gold encrusted Allfather approached his wife and attempted to sit on the arm of his throne, and face his beloved. However, the rarely worn armor proved cumbersome and caused Thor to have to readjust quickly and awkwardly. Ahem. "Eva, my dear," Thor began at a normal tone then placed his arm on hers. His voice dropped a bit lower and he leaned in closer to his queen. "Are you okay?" he asked with a much less regal nature. "Do you need me to fetch you anything, food, drink, a chaise for laying?" The Goddess of Motherhood was currently expecting, something she carried so well sometimes it slipped other people's minds.