“I’m fine. The Oronir prepared a feast in Azeyma’s honor. I’ll eat cooked food once you get back,” he said. He flattened his body, really pooling as filling the nest. He looked like he could burrow just by shimmying his hips.

Hythlodaeus approached and sat on the edge of the nest to watch the soul inside the egg. He reached out to touch with his soul, finding Hades had already encircled it in his soul and aether. “Hey, budge over,” he said playfully.

“Careful...” Hades said testily, though all knew he trusted Hythlodaeus immensely.