Prometheus 'aw'd quietly at not being able to be useful, and sat back and listened to Hades talk. Thanks to their souls entangling, he understood what was going on, gently prised the language from Hades to copy into his own knowledge, and watched as the two Xaelas seemed to consider Hades's story.

After some silent conversation between them done entirely by their eyes and movements of their brows, they turned back and nodded, and their spears were hitched back onto their saddles. It seemed they were welcome.

"Oh, your sweet talking worked!" Prometheus said in Amaurotine. He was acting like a tourist in a petting zoo, cooing over every interaction his partner had with the penned animals, "I wonder what their hosting customs are like...?"