Prometheus coughed over a laugh at Hythlodaeus's small flutter of indignation at 'deficient in combat' - even if it was true. Hythlodaeus wasn't a very combative person in general, and even with the powers of Creation, probably wouldn't put up much of a fight against one of these mortals. He was a bigger pacifist than Prometheus was - or, rather, a true pacifist.

"W-Well, as our official 'midwife', I don't mind Hyth cosying up with us," Prometheus said, recalling those long bygone days where the three of them would nap together, "Uh, except on days where, y'know, we wanna..."

Hythlodaeus sighed fondly, "It's alright, Prom. As cosy as this nest is looking, I'm more eager to lie down on a proper bed," he admitted, casting a knowing look Prometheus's way, "Speaking of, I should try and see if I can claim one. Being raised from the dead is exhausting, oddly enough."

With that, Hythlodaeus gave them a tired wave as he ambled off back towards the main bulk of the Xaela settlement, leaving Prom and Hades alone in their new nest.