In the middle of the night

As they had traveled Ultyr had tried not to notice Gany's subtle slipping away. Though Lailah probably would have picked up that whenever Gany was out of sight Ultyr's fur along his shoulders would stiffen and his pace would subtly slow until the slender youth was in sight again. He had a Morningstar in his grasp, but he had promised Gany could leave if he wanted to. It irked the God-Prince to no end. He didn't know that every time Gany was out of sight whether it was him leaving them or not. He was mildly grateful for the silent trek though.

Ultyr watched out of the corner of his eye how the Judilans interacted while setting up the camp, his slave girl dutifully looking at him for confirmation about her tasks before assuming her typical duties. He wondered where the biting tone had gone in Gany's throat. Was he rethinking how Ultyr was inevitably treating his servant? Ultyr was a benevolent god, though he had succumbed to his mortal half when the girl had tried to play a prank, he regretted that mortal reaction. It had tainted her devotion to him he knew.

"Girl," He rumbled his voice toward her, calling her back, still unaware of her true name, "Let him set up the camp. You will eat." His gaze never left the shifting shadows of the vines beyond their camp. Making sure they were truly vines and not snakes or predators intending to cause his little party grief.

"Ganymede..." He said, his gaze finding the boy's shining pale lavender eyes in the growing darkness, "Stay close." He said nodding for Gany to continue on his chore, also ignoring the remark he had made about Ultyr. Ignoring how he wanted to see those eyes a little longer. He returned his burning gaze to their surrounds, perking his ears to a whisper on the wind knocking a few branches together. He didn't like this forest one bit, but it seemed the danger was merely shadows and fog.