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A familiar voice called to her - Kapra's protege, the rogue Olympian Hypnos, and she cocked her head to the side curiously. The boy had been scarce of late and she'd been half certain that he'd left completely, though she'd not often took much notice of him in the past with her own wanderings anyway. He'd always struck her as a somewhat quiet thing, though since much of her memory of him had come from the time immediately after she'd taken Olympus and given his adopted mother and he sanctuary she did not believe she actually knew him well.

Arriving before the boy, she greeted him solemnly. "Heil, Hypnos Olympus. I was not certain I would see you again." She had not, in fact, seen him since she'd recreated Yfir from Ebony, and the thought that it had stirred bad memories that kept him away had occurred to her, though there was little to be done if it did. Her assumption now was that he had come to join them, but she would not be surprised if he came to part ways completely either. "What is it you wished me for?"