[Ah, what a charmingly polite son-of-Hades. She’s endeared. He’s shorter than she imagined, however.]

Truly, and you have worked so hard. And then to be whisked away… [Tsk, she doesn’t know whether to feel pity or glad for him. An escape is an escape after all. And the prison they find themselves in is a much more comfortable one, but a prison nonetheless.]

Oh yes, [She gestures to the little tent behind her. It looks comfortable although entirely mundane, with a scattering of clothes where her little dragons friends left them.] It is a work in progress. Would you care to come inside?