i know you said wash the dishes... but i forgot

Enyo’s ears twitched at her brother’s angry bark, and a low growl threatened to build in her throat, but she was simply too tired to fight him back. She stared at him as he encircled her, feeling the intensity of his anger but not responding to it. Instead, her eyes were distant, her thoughts still tangled with memories of Redrum’s powerful form, the heat of their fight. How confusing? She was not one to let emotions get to her. Perhaps it was the fatigue, her mind was as tired as her body.

When Erebros demanded to know who did this, she let out mild smile. "It was Medusa's son... one of the elder ones. Redrum?" she said, her voice thick and velvety, though laced with fatigue. “He isn't a problem.” she promised.

Her eyes narrowed at his scolding, and despite her exhaustion, a glimmer of defiance sparked within her gaze. "I didn’t call for help because I didn’t need it,” she said, her voice a mix of pride and weariness. "I handled it. It was wanted. He is as equally beaten as me.” She would say as she lay on her said, watching her brother examine her.

With a heavy sigh, Enyo did as her brother commanded, laying down on her side with a slight wince, her muscles protesting the movement. She knew Erebros meant well, but his anger was mildly irritating. She understood how the situation looked. Could she make him understand?

"The fight was welcomed. Perhaps I say too much... but erotic even. I have never experienced something like that before. Truly fun. We both let our bloodlust get the best of us. I didn't think he could handle it. He did. But I must say..." I like him more than I thought., "These Mortems are worthy. Worthy to be blessed with our genetics. With our heritage. If Medusa's children are this formidable. Imagine what you and her could create? Imagine a Mortem with Dunamis."

He should've known. At least now, her opinions on Medusa softened. She looked at the woman through a lense of respect and even awe? She was worthy. They all were.

"I support your marriage. If such a thing should happen."

Her shoulder was starting to slow down but she was still bleeding from the wound. It was funny, Enyo had her scraps and her fights but she always relied on her brother to patch her up. It was their dynamic. He was the Crown. She was his Sword.

"I got the herbs. At least I think they're herbs. They were green and they looked a little more important than others. I figured you would decide what was of use." she muttered, a weak attempt to justify herself, but even she couldn’t help the faint smirk that touched her lips. "Just... didn’t get much." As she lay there, Erebros’ voice faded into the background, her thoughts once more drifting to the memory of that wild, consuming fight. Despite the pain, she yearned for it again. How funny.

"SPEECH"