She screamed. It echoed through the throne room, and possibly beyond. It was guttural and primal... and filled with obvious relief. There was no breath in the sorceress, and she felt as if she was floating in a timeless state, slow flashing of lightning glowing in her peripheral vision. Nate's face was viewable, slowly fading into focus, and their lips were touching, sweet essence now on both their breaths. "Slow..." she huffed, her first breath in several long seconds, "down..."
The connection with Thor had just then been broken, when she heard a crack of lightning and the roar of thunder from both inside and outside the palace, signifying she'd done her job properly.
Tired and fulfilled, she curled forward and wrapped herself around Nate a bit more firmly for a moment, asking him to hold her without words. Then, uncharacteristically, she moved her hand to the lower part of his chest and began to push him backward and away from her. She needed to breathe. Both the darkness and the power that had filled the chamber was receding, and Eva began to pant, then quickly began to control her breathing, in through the nose, out through the mouth. She touched Nate's chest again, lovingly and thankfully, then put her full focus on Thor. "I love you," she called to him, the few yards separating them suddenly seeming like a mile.
"I need a cool bath and Thea," Zap smiled and held out her hand toward the Allfather from where she laid.