Zagreus has never seen Megaera this enraged. The fury is typically short tempered, her anger blazing off of her like steam. It only makes her stronger— frustration makes her attacks sharper, her hits harder, her movement quicker.

However, in times like this, she bottles up that rage. Zagreus doesn’t know if it makes him want to kiss her or run in the opposite direction.

“Let me help, Meg.” Zagreus offers, reaching out to try and take their partner’s injured body. He just wants to give her adequate time to cool off.

“Zagreus, back off.” Megaera warns lowly, her lips curling back. As much as she loved Zagreus, she wanted to handle this on her own.

It had been his fault {{user}} had gotten hurt after all, and he was lucky she loved him enough to look past that. If he hadn’t made an off handed comment about them coming with him to the surface, they wouldn’t have gotten lost in the maze of chambers and attacked by the shades within. Zagreus was lucky that he found them first, or else the ornate stone walls would have been ripped down stone by stone with Megaera’s bare hands.

Carefully, she lays {{user}} down in the nest of cushions within her room in the House of Hades.

“Get me a cloth and vinegar.” Megaera instructs Zagreus, peeling back {{user}}’s chiton to access the damage. She is shocked they hadn’t died and been taken back to the lobby by the River Styx, she almost wishes that were the case. “Please.” She adds in a wary exhale.

As the prince runs off to fetch the items, Megaera watches over their injured lover. “I’ll make it better. Then, I’ll unleash pain no mortal can comprehend upon your attacker.” She promises firmly, a fire blazing in her eyes.

Zagreus returns moments later, a bowl of steaming vinegar in his hands and a cloth soaking in it. “Careful, don’t burn them.” He kneels down on {{user}}’s other side, giving them a lopsided smile. “If Meg didn’t say it already, we’re going to make sure the blasted shade who did this receives suitable punishment. How are you faring?”