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Dusa was overwhelmed with relief as soon as she saw Meg. So overwhelmed that she just rushed in to give her a hug, both needing and wishing to give comfort. Tears spilled freely down her own cheeks as it really does kick in just how bad Meg looks and how worried she was. Dusa had always insisted that Meg wasn’t dead, that she wouldn’t believe that, but as days passed it had slowly been creeping into her head.

She had stress cleaned the entire house but now all of her focus was on her dear friend. That hiss of pain had Dusa immediately stepping back, instead moving to gently guide her to the nearest chair to sit.

“Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t even think I-I-” she started to ramble into apology, feeling immense guilt that she has made Meg’s pain worse. “Here, sit. We can move to your room a little at a time, okay? I’m just glad you’re here.”

They could walk to Meg’s room in short bursts and then she would call for the doctor they used and take careful notes of what to do once the doctor had patched her up. She knew the other’s distrust and annoyance with medical professionals.

The rise and fall of his chest slows incrementally. It’s not often that he’s out of breath, but with her? All it takes is a glance and his lungs are suddenly empty. A soft laugh floats past pleasure-swollen lips at her response. Her touch is ELECTRIC, sending zaps every which way across the canvas lain beneath it. Despite the pleasantness of the sensation, his hand catches hers, bringing fingertips up for him to press soft kisses to each and every one, soft smirk playing across his features as voice hums against her palm.

“Have you never even thought of it, then?” From the godling’s remark it was quite clear she did not regard her kin as quite the candidate for the position of a fellow Olympian deity - for the better, most likely. The blood of her granduncle might be flowing in his veins, all the same, and overall, Spitha did not suppose it mattered all that much; the little warrior, along with her family, considered Zagreus one of their kind. In the end their word would have to suffice against objections of others - and it is not as though it had no weight whatsoever, after all.

They were gods, for crying out loud.

“Theoretically, of course. Wouldn’t the concept be a thrilling one?” came the question, a grin accompanying Spitha’s words.

“The idea of besting an immortal deity in combat…”

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Hermes had literally just gotten out of his car when he was being approached very intensely by the other. Part of him was ready to dart back into the car but he didn’t think that would help her annoyance levels. So he instead leant against the car and pretended like he wasn’t bothered.

“Oh hey Megara -”

Then she got out a weapon and his hands immediately raised in surrender as she got up in his face.

“You’ve gone through a lot too. You found me ...” She couldn’t even say the words to describe what happened. Calling it dying was so scary, she couldn’t process it.

Her hand squeezed the warm one of her friend, seeing Meg scrutinise her. Teary eyes narrowed as she smiled.

“We can both be not okay together. Matching.”

With the holidays racing towards them, Dusa had been working harder and harder with the rest of the housekeeping team to get things prepared. Right now, she was working on decorating one of the many trees Ms Nyx had ordered and had set up around the house. It had been trickier though since Cerberus believed all the decorations were more toys bought for him. The housekeeper had constructed a boundary around the Christmas tree so Cerberus couldn’t get close. That boundary combined with periodically playing with the dog seemed to keep things going smoothly, though it was a relief when the dog trotted off.

She was just looking on her iPad to confirm where the next type of decorations were set to go when she heard Meg’s voice behind her.

Turning, she smiled and held the iPad to her chest as she looked to her.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous ( what for ? she’s already said YES ). Stomach seems to have a swarm of furious butterflies beating their wings against it with each kiss pressed to her skin, searching for an escape. Finally, mismatched gaze floats upwards to meet hers, lopsided grin shy on his features. 

Dusa had reluctantly let Meg leave, even with Ms Nyx there instead. Ms Nyx didn’t seem the type to be a protector like that. Admittedly she didn’t know much about the lady, but still she felt safer with her friend and trained protector here. Yet she of course couldn’t stop Meg from doing her job and Meg seemed concerned enough about an alert to need to go. The custodian was just very aware of why Nyx might be here. Already her hands were shaky.

Predictably, after checking in with how she was, Ms Nyx had stated that they did urgently need more information about what happened. Anything she remembered about her attacker and what they did. Dusa understood why, and so used all of her remaining courage to answer her questions.

By the end of it, her hands were shaking so hard that it took so long to write down the answers, but her throat ached from sobbing too much to speak at all. With some assurances about protection and guards that Dusa could barely hear, Ms Nyx then squeezed her hand and left. After that, it didn’t take more than a few minutes for Dusa to completely shut down. Despite the protection outside, she felt so unsafe. Her body went through cycles of sheer panic and then being unable to breathe and then a break where she became aware of her surroundings again. The cycle happening over and over.