Hythlodaeus crossed his arms and closed his eyes to think about it. Everything right now was weird, but at least... Hades seemed to know what he was doing. Hythlodaeus, coming down from the intense chemical highs from all the aether and being brought back and... He finally started to feel inside of his own body. His stomach growled, and he felt a little cold in spite of the robe that Hades dressed him in.

One of the Questir noticed his expression and brought him a bit of dried meat to eat. Hythlodaeus simply watched this dragon with Prometheus' soul and memories devour a mammoth.

Hythlodaeus tried to create a cup of tea, but all it did was cause the air to fizzle a bit. "I suppose we're just have to wait for Hades to... Oh?" He pointed off behind them in the direction of the Dawn Throne. Hades was returning, the light that filtered through the membranes on his huge wings shimmered dazzling light to the landscape below.

Hades definitely knew how to make an entrance. He circled just to slow down a bit before landing down before them.

"Come, they're piling hay into the aviary for us to make our nest," Hades said, licking some blood off of Prometheus' mouth. Ah, gross. "The people of the steppe welcome their Gods as guests," he said. Hades looked over what they brought back for him. "...Have you eaten too much to fly? I can carry you."