“Are you sure this is a good idea? You’ve already tripped over some stairs---thank gods it was just the bottom few, or---” He shuddered at memories of the past so INCONVENIENTLY resurfacing, golden irises focused on anything other than them. The Oracle was far too insistent on spending time with him, and while Dima was FLATTERED by the desire to be in his company, well---there was simply too much to worry about. He didn’t have these problems with Hunt or the other gods for obvious reasons, but Passion? They were human, vulnerable, and far more important than perhaps even they knew. “Will you be all right without your Watchers?”