Hephaestus listened with interest as she said that her mother and her siblings and her were gods, as he had thought - though he ignored the disdain with which she was grooming her tail, even though it was her tail's fault he'd sneezed in the first place. If having sisters had taught him anything, it was that it was a bad idea to remark on things like that.
But her next words made his brow furrow with confusion. Was she suggesting that his family weren't... wasn't... uh, weren't... gods, or just him? He knew the Olympus wolves were gods - his mother had said so, and she was always right. "There is only one set of gods," he decided finally. "It's just a really, really big set. And my family's part of it, 'n I guess so's yours."
