It was only because he'd watched his mother wander through the garden with her arm through his lord father's that Zagreus knew the particular steps of this dance, and bent his arm like a proper gentleman escort. "As much as I can," he admitted with a wry smile. "Ah, outside, mostly? On the ground, or up in a big tree, or on a rooftop. Sometimes I sleep at the inn if it's too wet outside. Wet weather isn't all that pleasant to sleep in, it turns out."
"You should probably invest in a tent or something. Tends to keep the rain out." Instead of just rawdogging nature you weirdo. "Wait. Hang on. You sleep at the inn and you don't visit?" She scoffed. "Woooow."
"That's probably a good idea." Zagreus blinked at her, concerned he'd offended her without meaning to. "Ah, well, not unless you invited me, no? I wouldn't want to disturb your rest." Or just assume she wanted to see him, how presumptive! "Do you...want me to come and visit you?"
"I'm..." up. All the time. Even with her meds, sleep often came accompanied by nightmares. "I'm usually up, so if you wanted to stop by we could get a drink down at the bar or something." So... yes. Yes she did.
"Oh." He tilted his head at her curiously and frowned in concern. "I thought mortals needed sleep. Quite a bit of it, actually." Listen, he might not be the brightest of crayons, but he does pick up on some things.
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