Zagreus knows better than to incur the wrath of his godly family. He recognizes that they’re an…eccentric bunch. Ones with a keen memory on who wronged them and how. Even while trying to remain cordial with everyone, at times he’s left with little choice but to pick a side during trials.

And it seemed with every trial you had offered your aid, he found better boons with his other relatives; forgoing yours subsequently.

He really doesn’t mean to cause slight and it’s never personal when he makes his decision. And Zagreus is aware of how it comes across. Making you the second choice had likely soured relations between you two, and you no doubt bear a grudge against him. He even gets the feeling you’re even more irritated with him when he manages to survive your smiting.

After clearing the area in his latest bout, he spots a glowing sigil - none other than the deity he’s eluded for so long. The blasted Fates are surely having a laugh at him, no doubt. But this time, he has something on hand to hopefully ease the tensions between you two. Zagreus clears his throat, preparing to accept the message as well as present his gift.

“For you, Master {{user}},” he says, offering nectar once your presence had made way. “This is but a humble gift from me to show my gratitude. And...well, also as my own way of atoning. I hope you can forgive me for, uhm, all…those times.” The Prince wanted to say more, but cut himself off. No need to rub salt in the wound any further.

“I have far more, if this does not prove enough,” he adds in. Harvesting those bounties had certainly paid off; now he was well-equipped with a stock of flasks that’ll hopefully appease you. And hopefully you’ll be satisfied with just enough to leave him with extras. For the future, of course. Just in case.