Persephone had just barely started moving in time to keep the God of Time from barking another order at her. Standing only feet away from him, before his throne, the goddess swayed her hips and ran her hands along her body, dancing in time to the music that filled the broken room. She'd never been so humiliated in her life---though she supposed she was grateful that Chronos was her only audience, as opposed to a bunch of random strangers gawking around. Still, she struggled to overcome the sense of discomfort that she felt while dancing for him, keeping her eyes closed to imagine that Hades sat before her, enjoying her moves.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">________________________​</div><br/>After the woman had returned with the tray and helped him to sit up a bit, he tried thanking her. His voice was clearly horse and worn from screaming, or maybe he'd been sick with some disease. It was hard to tell, considering she knew nothing about him, and he'd been too unconscious to tell her anything. Instead she just continued to care for him, watching as he took the pills and washed them down with refreshing water. After that, he had a much easier time speaking. She offered a warm smile, taking a step back to give him some space as she seated herself in a chair by his bedside. She would leave him be soon enough, she only wanted to make sure he was okay.<br/><br/>"It's no problem. I'm glad to see you awake," she said, tucking a strand of soft brown hair behind her ear. She gazed at him, unable to help but think that he was as handsome as a god. Even banged up and rough, he was stunningly attractive, and she had the oddest sensation when she got near him but she thought of it as nothing. Surely, he would give her the answers she sought soon enough.