Prometheus huffed fondly, but after checking that Hades really was comfortable (and so was the egg, with Hades's body practically pancaking himself like that), took wing. A few of the Yol peeled away from the upper floors of the aviary, trailing after Prometheus as was normal. They helped him carry food back.

Hythlodaeus watched them go, before shifting his focus back onto Hades. Despite his testy response, Hades had budged over... by a fraction, but Hythlodaeus let him be. The dragonet did bond with its parents through the egg aetherically, so perhaps it'd be best for Hythlodaeus not to confuse the poor thing by tossing his own thinned out soul in there just yet.

"You remind me of a brooding chicken," Hythlodaeus said idly, "Perhaps you should add some feathers to your form to really sell the image."