Would you look at that. So I take it, no beaches with your mother?

No reason, darling.

Stares expectantly at Hecate.

MHHHHMMM.

There's the culprit.

Let's have a chat, Helios.

Just hear her out.

He can, however, be moRE CAREFUL WITH HER BEST FRIEND’S SKIN.

THEN GET IT UNDER CONTROL. HOW MANY MORE BOTTLES OF ALOE MUST SHE SUFFER?

DO BETTER, HELIOS. Her poor darling.

REIN IT IN, SUPPLY SUNSCREEN, SHE DOESN’T KNOW! Just, something!

Grumbles in disappointment, but she's taking her son’s suggestion.

Hands Hecate a tube of aloe gel from her own garden. To add to her collection.

She's got her back, always. Frowns. “Shall I fetch something stronger, too?”

Still, he can take the time to exercise more CAUTION, Zagreus.

Nods in acceptance, pressing a kiss to the side of Hecate’s head. “You know I love you, I love you both. But, on Styx, he stresses me out.”

Of course not, don't be silly. She simply expects more CARE given to matter.

No, of course not! She knows he cares. Just—find a solution, please.

....the second best, then.

How about a nice big floppy sun hat, Rowan?