Re: Esteem.
She was in her office, her 'reception room', as it was called. Troy and Jimmy and Kitty sat nearby in chairs spread across the room. Mutants, Xavier's alumni, mourners. They had their own situation to deal with, outside of the Asgardian concern. This was a family matter. Erik was working diligently from within the walls of the Asgardian branch nearby, unable to leave. His sole concern was the students and ensuring their comfort and safety. Forge had gone to help up security, a specialty of his.
Eva's duty was to the mutant population of Asgard. She was their representative, their champion. She felt she'd failed. When Nathaniel arrived, the brave face she'd upheld faltered and she let her emotions have a peek into the room. She held him back, unafraid, and withdrew after perhaps a too-long hug. "How is he holding up? I haven't spoken to him in the past half hour." Brayden, that was. She kissed Nate's face in the pause between his answer and her question then moved her hands to his upper arms to lean back and gage Nathaniel's own state.
Kitty sat and stared. Part of her was confused. Part was relieved that she had an odd distraction from the sick feeling she'd had for the past few hours.
Troy glanced at Shadowcat and his eyebrows rose. "Don't bother. I don't get it either," he sigh, voice still hoarse from the screams of rage he'd let out after Orrin had left him in the forest with the half-corpse of a student of Xavier's.