Prometheus grunted at scratchy stubble scratching against his neck, digging his fingers into Hades's wet hair and scraping it back into a semi-neat style.

"Fourteenth... I think that's an ill-fitting title for me now," Prometheus said gently, curling a damp lock around his finger, "You know, I think you just need to stop stressing for today. C'mon, our kid was just born. You can set this stuff aside to stress over later and take this time to just, y'know, get your head on straight."

Besides, Prometheus was determined to sit in this idyllic bubble of theirs. If Elidibus or the others came knocking, Prometheus would meet them with the same ferocity of a mother dragon defending her nest from intruders. If they complained about it, he'll- well, he couldn't eat them, or kill them, but he could be incredibly annoying and unpleasant when he wanted to be.

"You wanna go check on Aza?" Prometheus suggested, "I mean, I just realised, if Elidibus and Lahabrea came back, Aza'd have no idea who they were and might bite them or something..."