In stark contrast to Jecht, Meg hadn't packed a thing -- the truth was, she didn't have anything to pack to begin with. With the exception of the very heavy, very fluffy cloak she was presently wrapped up in, that is.

"Don't suppose you'll be putting on a shirt?" she asked, coming up from the hallway to join him. Despite the easy teasing, there was a note of affection in her voice and her violet eyes were warm. Under the cloak, her hands curled into fists, however. This was more than just a little vacation get-away for her.

Hades was watching her...always. But she'd be damned before she gave up this little slice of happiness. Having given up one too many times, Megara decided to take her future in her own hands. Maybe Jecht was corrupting her after all.