"There is no such thing as merely getting lost when you're me." The roll of her eyes is practically audible, though her complaints of the Convocation are suddenly the last thing on her mind as Hades affirms something incomprehensible.

"W—What?," she squeaks, horrified, and clutches Ardbert more firmly to her breast, arms tightening around him protectively as if that might spare him from his mortality. "He's not even three centuries, Hades! He's just a— He's a child! He wouldn't even have finished his primaries yet!"