Hades covered his mouth with a hand, only vaguely trying to conceal his laughter.

“Oh, it’ll grow back,” Hades said as if it wasn’t entirely within his power to fix it. And as if this wasn’t his fault anyway. Hades beamed at Azeyma, returning his joyful look. Even Hades’ soul was shimmering as he looked at him. He conjured a wooden wide-toothed comb, handing it to Prometheus.

“See if he’ll let you stretch out his wings... I’d like to see.” Hades could imagine easily with his eons of understanding and observation about such things. But there could be surprises yet, couldn’t there? He wondered when they might expect Aza to start flying...