Halt! Who are you?
Unrest was a close friend of Eva's but last night they'd become intimate. The magical atmosphere, her connections to the astral plane (and Minor) and her pregnancy had all contributed to her night of sick and sleeplessness. Upon waking, the following morning, she realized it was, in fact, two mornings later. The closing of Jol had ended, and she presumed the council had met... Tress had attempted to catch her up to speed, after all. But the glaring news to the sleeping deity was the reappearance of Sif.
She'd dreamt of it, and had felt a change coming. The nagging feeling she'd felt pressed with at Jol had been none other than Frigga - trying to send a message, to get aid to Sif. While Eva had been sleeping, however, she'd had no hand in helping the other woman. It had been Minor who had held Amahl Farouk at bay while Sif valiantly fought to her freedom and called to Heimdall. Again... this had all been a dream, according to Eva's reality.
Tress confirmed it had not been a dream by announcing the arrival of the warrior and telling the tale of her rescue. After Zap had gotten dressed and done some processing, she made her way to the small dining room to find it unoccupied. She searched with her magic to find those she was keen to talk to: Thor, her children, her father, Nate...
The nearest to her was Baldr, and she smiled at that, then slowly headed toward him, intent on not overextending her powers or body again so soon after having to recharge. "Good morning," she told him as she spied him eating his breakfast alone in the kitchens. "I think I missed some excitement..." There were probably only a few minutes of quiet before Qiana's report to whoever spread around and people knew she was awake and on her feet. "Share?" she asked, of both his breakfast bread and his knowlesge.