I used to read to Orpheus sometimes at night to get him to sleep, but I definitely fell asleep more than once and Hermes would just tuck us both in when he came to check on us.

I remember when Orpheus was little, one of the first few years after he came to live with Hermes, and I got off the train and he ran as fast as his tiny legs would carry him, right into my arms. He was the cutest thing, and I adored him; he may as well have been my son, and if I could have, I would have adopted him as my own.