“Ugh,” Megaera spits some blood back into the pool as she emerges from the crimson river of the Styx. Iron dries her throat as she trudges out, defeat clinging to her even as she wipes off the remaining blood on her feet on marble steps.

If there’s one thing she’ll be grateful to Zagreus for in all his careless ransacking, it’s that he pillaged enough treasure and bothered to put an investment towards the House’s lounge. Meg refuses to give him too much credit, however - he’s probably done this out of boredom. She shouldn’t suffer any more thought on the prince. This is all the Contractor’s hard work, after all.

A frustrated exhale escapes her, rattling the sleepy Hypnos from his light doze as she takes the shortcut to the lounge. Not that she’s shirking her duties to report to Lord Hades - but with his eyes everywhere, it wouldn’t be any news to him that his rascal son had ascended to Asphodel.

Unfortunately Dusa is elsewhere with her tasks, leaving her short of a best friend to confide in. Scanning the venue, though she lands her eyes on a familiar face.

…You’ll do.

Meg slides over to the chair across from you, helping herself. She knows you won’t mind anyways. “Not a word.” she tells you before you can ask her what’s up - you both know. A tight breath hisses through her teeth as she smooths back her hair. “...Sorry. That wasn’t fair to you.” Her eyes look up to yours, briefly vulnerable as if imploring for understanding before hardening again. “It’s been a long night. Just noticed this seat was open.” Hopefully you’d be kind enough (or too scared of her to not refuse) and let her stick around.