Persephone turned her head away shamefully when Chronos praised her for giving in. Hades would be embarrassed for her. So quickly had so promised to behave for the God of Time, but with his threat to wipe her memories, she'd been left with little option. If he relieved her memories, she'd have nothing to hold on to, and she may very well forget all about her beloved Hades---despite having spent millennia with him. If she was to remember her husband and find a way to bring him back, she had to tread carefully with Chronos, play his games, and keep her memories. So when he tossed an outfit at her feet, she moved to put it on, grateful to at least be wearing something. But of course, it was little more than a bra, high gladiator heels and a skirt that revealed her legs and either sides of her hips. The choker had a chain that connected to the hip of her skirt, and when the goddess was finally dressed, she stepped towards Chronos, her eyes wary.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">___________________________​</div><br/>The moment he hit the ground with a loud shout, a woman quickly entered the room. She saw him on all fours, clearly in pain and struggling to reorient himself. The brunette woman went to his side and gently put her hands on him, warning him of her presence before helping him up and back into bed. "You need to rest. You're much too weak right now to be up and moving," she insisted, her worried blue eyes scanning over him. "If you want, I can make you something to eat. Or something for your headache?" she questioned, noticing his telltale signs of a throbbing migraine. She didn't know his story, but she knew he needed her help right now.