“There are Amaurotine words for what you are,” Hades started, already feeling his sanity drizzle out one ear. “And Hythlodaeus, you cant be uncle, that... will imply something strange in mortal terms.”

Hades grasped the bowl just a little tighter, letting him drink in the broth. “My son,” he whispered, setting his other enormous hand gently over him to pet his fur. “I’m sorry I scared you. You will understand what it was in time.”

He looked up, locking eyes with Hythlodaeus for a moment. “When the little one has gone to sleep I have something to tell you,” Hades said quietly.