...like a chapter in a book, waiting to be written. Bubbles, bubbles on my nose... bubbles, bubbles on my toes. Bubbles, bubbles in my hair. Bubbles, bubbles everywhere. There weren't any bubbles. Zap was having a bath, but also reciting Torben's little story rhyme. There were some oils and other things in the water, but honestly, she'd been so distracted she wasn't sure if they were to perk her up or wind her down. It was 9am, either way. She should've been dressed, but she'd sent Qiana on a day off. There were probably naps in the future. The laggy, morose state she'd been in off and on over the past few days had snowballed, and Eva was fearful she might fall victim to another Odinsleep (what they jokingly called her two-day sleeps now).
She had plans and ideas she'd been holding in, concerning Helheim and other matters of state, as well as those in her personal sphere... but she was at a loss when it came to Sif. Baldr's affectionate attempt at bolstering her had been temporary, fading quickly in the face of the obvious love and chemistry between Thor and Sif. However, when faced with spearheading her issues or sinking further into her tub, Eva felt the latter was much more palatable and then did so...