Prometheus huffed, puffing his chest out and ruffling his wings like an offended water fowl, "You won't need to carry me. I can make it... if it's, um, less than a two hour flight. A-Anyway, we can rest on the way. I'm sure there's an island or two we can use as a pit stop."

When Hades turned to Hythlodaeus, Prometheus watched curiously. The past week, Prometheus found himself falling into the pitfall of treating the well developed simulacrum like the genuine article, and feeling strange from it. This wasn't Hythlodaeus, and he didn't know if it was right or not, to pretend it was to soothe their own feelings. Hythlodaeus existed out there, sundered, yes, but, still... he existed elsewhere...

But those were delving into dangerous waters, ones Prometheus didn't want to confront just yet, so he buried the weird squirming in his belly and let out a quiet whine.

"Hyth will be fiiiiiiine, Hades! He knows how to entertain himself. Now, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon! You've got me all excited for this adventure!"