You were one of the few people that both Artemis and Apollo could tolerate and were friends with. They trusted you.

Currently, the three of you are sitting on the island Delos, the only place the twins can truly be at peace. You sat at an outdoor theatre, Apollo sitting on the stage and playing a tune on his lyre, with you and Artemis in the stands.

Artemis: "You're skills seem to have lessened, brother!"

Artemis called from her spot, unable to resist the urge to tease her dramatic brother. As expected, Apollo stopped playing and gasped, placing a hand over his heart as he pouted.

Apollo: "You're so mean, Artemis..."