Re: Bootstrap
The longer, deeper periods Eva spent answering outcries, the more often she wondered if something like an 'Odinsleep' was possible for someone other than the Allfather. This time, though, had only been a few minutes - but she'd been thorough, doing her best not to offer a blanket statement as her answer to the prayers. She breathed through her mouth when she 'came to', as if her body had some catching up to do, oxygen-wise, then looked down at her hands. They were being held.
Zap smiled and looked at the hands, then arms, then faces of the company she had. "You should've gone and started running interference," she said, but warmly. Her body relaxed further until she felt like she could just melt into the floor. "The parents on Midgard already know," she said, joining back into the conversation where she'd personally left off. "Did you suggest using Emma?" Zap questioned suddenly, one brow quirked, and eyes keyed in on Nathaniel. "At this point..." she sighed. Her session answering spiritual phonecalls just then hadn't gone superbly, but she had certainly brought comfort to dozens of the mothers. Solving the issue entirely was something that might not even be possible. It could end up being something that would just have to be accepted. Okay, it was something that would just have to be accepted. She'd made an executive decision, and she had to stick with her gut.
Her hands were still tethered to her husbands'. Her husband's and Nate's. The men she loved. "I love you two." As much as she wanted to drape herself across their laps like a manly feinting chaise, she knew they all had work to do - both physical and emotional. Public and private. Aggressive and passive. It was going to be a long day. Night? What time was it even? "Dare we use the children in a statement?"