Athena’s gaze softens. No longer a swooping owl intent on prey, but one calmly surveying instead. But there’s still just a glimmer of suspicion in her eyes.
“I’m glad to hear it. My brother doesn’t always respect professional decorum.”
She glances at Hermes disapprovingly. He bats his eyes at her innocently with a “who, me?” expression.
Athena turns her gaze back to Achilles. “What has my brother said to you about his absence?”
Hermes takes a breath to speak, but Athena holds up a finger at him. “I want to hear Achilles speak.”
Hermes makes a face, thinning his lips. “‘Thena, you’re being ridiculous.”
Athena only acknowledges him with a light humming. She’s very used to her brother pulling fast ones, and she’s also very used to cutting him off before he can.
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“I’m glad to hear it. My brother doesn’t always respect professional decorum.”
She glances at Hermes disapprovingly. He bats his eyes at her innocently with a “who, me?” expression.
Athena turns her gaze back to Achilles. “What has my brother said to you about his absence?”
Hermes takes a breath to speak, but Athena holds up a finger at him. “I want to hear Achilles speak.”
Hermes makes a face, thinning his lips. “‘Thena, you’re being ridiculous.”
Athena only acknowledges him with a light humming. She’s very used to her brother pulling fast ones, and she’s also very used to cutting him off before he can.