"Ugh," she could merely groan in response. Times like this, she really wished there was something like a heated chariot or something. He really expected them to trudge through this weather all the way to another floor? Still, his hand wrapped around her hand was warm and comforting, rough to the touch though it was. Using her free hand to grasp her cloak even more tightly closed, she watched his craggy profile was they walked.

Even now, a part of her still wanted to wrench her hand away and go disappearing into the snow, away from him. What if she got hurt again? What if he got hurt? She couldn't tell what Hades might be thinking of her relationship with Jecht, but she'd bet her last drachma it wasn't anything good. Anything that made her happy was bad in Hades' book.