The goddess followed Chronos throughout the realm and into the throne room. The room and the throne itself were both destroyed, of course, but he was easily able to repair the throne in due time, with his own touch added. It certainly looked like a chair for the God of Time, and he promptly seated himself, now facing her directly. A snap of his fingers had a melody starting up, giving Persephone a tune to move to just as he ordered, "Dance." Persephone hesitated, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her as the god laid his eyes upon her expectantly. She hadn't been with another man in thousands of years---and despite Chronos having just taken her, she still felt shy. But what other choice did she have? Slowly the goddess began to move her hips, swaying them side to side as she dragged her hands up her body. She moved almost sensually, her eyes closed as if she could pretend she was dancing for Hades and not for Chronos.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">____________________________​</div><br/>The woman helped him back into bed, nodding at his hoarse request. He hadn't specified which he wanted, so she only assumed he could use both at the moment. He looked to be in a lot of pain; to be honest, she had no idea why or where he came from. She'd found him lying unconscious just near the edge of her small town and had taken him in. There wasn't a hospital around for miles, but his condition hadn't gotten worse so she wasn't too worried. Instead she left the room, going to get him what he needed. When she returned, she carried a tray, and she helped him sit up a bit in bed before setting it in his lap. On it were a bowl of tomato soup, a grilled cheese, a cup of water and two small pills for his headache---a very mortal way of dealing with life. She touched his forehead gently, feeling for a fever. "Try eating what you can," she encouraged softly, casting her blue eyes upon his face as she smiled.