Re: Halt! Who are you? Sif entered quietly through the door that had still been swinging from Thor's entrance minutes earlier, soft shoes allowing her a moment to survey the scene. There was Baldr the Good, smiling as she liked to see. And... there was Eva. She was sitting, dining in a common way, right in the middle of the kitchen, and yet she still appeared regal... no less would Sif have expected of Thor's choice in a spouse. Thor had taken a knee before her, and the Hand (whom she'd met the evening before at her bedside in Thor's company) was nearby as well, relief on their faces at her rising.
Sif found herself smiling as well. "I cannot wait, myself. So, I am glad the wait is ended," she said, then half bowed to the family of royals as they mingled in their own kitchen. "Your Majesties, Sir Nathaniel," Sif added, smile still in place. "Your children reflect your beauty, my queen," the goddess said, letting on she'd met the young ones, as well as found Eva lovely. "If you would like to finish your meal, I can await you in the dining room." Admittedly, the brunette was more overwhelmed at the scene before her than she'd anticipated.