Prometheus let out a pleased, trilling noise when the Qestir set down a very large mammoth-type creature (it required over thirteen of them to haul it over here!) and unfurled his wing arms to get a better grip of his meal.

"Thank you!" he called out to the reverantly bowing Xaela, "I got rid of the vicious beasts for you too."

Very apparently by all the blood slicking his dark scales, but Prometheus didn't really know that.

He dug into his meal, savouring it. Hm, this tasted a lot better than the animals Hades summoned for him. Maybe because it was hard-earned? Well, 'hard-earned', but it wasn't like hunting fish in a barrel, like his other meals had been on the island.

"Mm? Oh, don't worry about it," Prometheus said easily, pausing to lick his snout clean, "I'm still... kinda trying to wrap my head round it myself. I didn't think, uh, you know, me and Hades would be compatible because... different species. I don't think it's quite sunk in yet."