The brunette noted his thoughts toward her demeanor and she gave the smallest, thankful smile, then looked to her new husband to watch as he tried to piece the puzzle together. "That is what he's trying to say, yes," she confirmed. There was a lost child of Odin and Frigga and he was sitting in the palace in front of their eyes.
Eva sighed and called for the guards when Baldr was through thanking them for their thoughtfulness. "Will you escort our guest to the feast?" When she looked back to Thor's brother (because he was, she just hadn't proved it), she nodded her head to him in farewell. "The dawn is breaking soon, you can eat and drink and stretch your legs. We have to speak privately, but we will join you shortly," she said, all within earshot of the guards. "Please take no offense to Heimdall's gaze." He'd be watching. That was all the guard they needed. There was no sense in planting soldiers to watch an Odinson have cake. Baldr was to be taken straight to the hall, so Eva took a graceful beeline the opposite direction up the stairs, further up the tower. Once to the next level, she turned in her wedding dress so fast it nearly whirled. "He's your brother. When I held his hand, I knew. He's blood, he's an Odinson. And he's benevolent." He shared the the same line as her own son, and she wasn't going to take 'we'll see what we can figure out' as an answer.