"Oh, dear."

Hades chuckled with a hand laid flat on Azeyma's back.

"Not quite, my son," he says, massaging slow, comforting circles into his fur.

"I'm not really sure that Hyth is more stable than we're unstable, if I'm being honest. And is that fair to him? Well, besides the fact that he wouldn't be doing anything better, anyway..."

A bit rude, but it could have been more untrue, too...