"So?" Hades returned to the conversation, a trace of a smile touching his lips, one gentle enough that Cerberus caught it immediately. "What have you found from my body?"
As she studied him, Cerberus let out a thoughtful hum. "So far, you're quite alright. The poison has been pushed back to the point that I can barely sense it anymore. Other than that, there's no unusual change." Her gaze lifted. "Have you been sleeping well?"
"Better."
"How long is better?"
The question stirred a memory from his head. Hades recalled working late into the evening, parchment spread beneath his fingers, when movement at the edge of his vision caught his attention. Evangeline's body had begun to sway forward, sleep tugging insistently at her despite her effort to fight it. Her head dipped once, then again, until she nearly pitched forward, about to crumple face first into the floor like an abandoned doll.
