Hythlodaeus groaned as he rolled onto his side. Hades assumed his Auri glamour and rushed over.

“That’s, I didn’t mean to— I didn’t know I could,” he said pulling him into his arms. Hythlodaeus’ face scrunched up like someone was trying to wake him before his alarm. His eyes slowly opened, batting against the hazy light of the steppe.

“Hades,” he said, voice hoarse before looking Prometheus’ way. He squinted and blinked; he must have been swapping his sight on before he recognized— “Prometheus?”

He held his head in one hand, breathing out slowly. “What happened? There’s... such strange memories in my head.”