[Mostly trying to hold on to his scythe. It seemed that even the machinations of other worldly magic couldn't separate the god of death from his favoured weapon. The blanket he had been carrying earlier is currently on the seat beside him, and he leans down to tap the backs of Zagreus' heels then slide the soft fabric under his feet.
That should help.
When he straightens up again it takes him a moment to realise just what his friend is talking about. But... yes. That uncomfortable, hollow, gnawing sensation. Another wonderful perk of mortality. He doesn't know how they even live like this.]
You're hungry. Can't do much about it right now.
[Sorry, Zag, but he'll watch for any fruit trees as they travel.]
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[Mostly trying to hold on to his scythe. It seemed that even the machinations of other worldly magic couldn't separate the god of death from his favoured weapon. The blanket he had been carrying earlier is currently on the seat beside him, and he leans down to tap the backs of Zagreus' heels then slide the soft fabric under his feet.
That should help.
When he straightens up again it takes him a moment to realise just what his friend is talking about. But... yes. That uncomfortable, hollow, gnawing sensation. Another wonderful perk of mortality. He doesn't know how they even live like this.]
You're hungry. Can't do much about it right now.
[Sorry, Zag, but he'll watch for any fruit trees as they travel.]