Persephone.

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How about a nice big floppy sun hat, Rowan?

....the second best, then.

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

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

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.”

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

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

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

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

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

DO BETTER, HELIOS. Her poor darling.

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

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

Just hear her out.

Let's have a chat, Helios.

There's the culprit.

MHHHHMMM.

Stares expectantly at Hecate.

No reason, darling.

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