The smile that appears on her face is brighter than the Sun himself. She runs to him (in slow-mo. . . so basically she walks closer to him) and leaps, legs wrapping around his waist and arms tightly around him. “DAAAAAD!”

Bows. It’s in her nature to be, Sir Hermes!

Oh, he’s far too sweet. She’s not /that/ soft.

❝ She was devoted to the moon. In its darkness, she found comfort. In its light, she found hope. ❞ ⋮Goddess of the Moon ⋮Of Hyperion and Theia ⋮#Luminosity

Keep your clothes ON and your mouths CLEAN.

She’s supposed to keep people safe, so if that’s boring, then boring it is.

She is Unbothered by the safety bashing. She does her job well, and that’s that. They do their jobs well, too, she noticed.

Then why is Eris still wearing clothes? Take it off.

Except for him. He can do whatever he wants because she trusts him.

. . . Called out.

Would it be too improper to dab?

No. He doesn’t look a day over 27.

She’ll just. . awkwardly bow instead. Lady Eris.

Beams. Yes. Yes, it is.

Sneaks in a small dab, then yeets out of there!

/. Anteros’ influence.

Not him, too. She was, for the most part, joking. And she was ‘reprimanding’ their father. All in good fun, Soter, really. She isn’t that much of a party-pooper.

Por why? Is she too uptight sometimes? Will he tell her if she’s being too rule-abiding?