“You are right, Dionysus.”
Apollo’s voice could be heard, he appears besides the god’s bed afterwards, his gaze soft as he crosses his arms.
“Health is my domain, as you’ve told Atticus. And as the god of healing and medicine, the amount of time you’ve spent awake is concerning, you must rest.”
“Damnit, I didn’t think he’d actually talk to you.. I-I’m resting though!! Just not unconsciously..”










