...What now? (tag: Ninkasi)
Keeping his mind off of what had happened, what he'd seen, proved fairly easy shortly after they'd arrived at Ninkasi's home. After all, he needed to get her cleaned up and get her bandaged up. That was his immediate priority, expecially after he'd gotten a better look at the one on her arm. She had surprisingly few wounds, but what they lacked in number, they made up for in severity. It looked as though Dionysus had latched on, locked his jaw, then worried to tear out the biggest chunk of flesh possibly, like a badger might.
Knowing Dio, that probably wasn't too far off.
Thankfully, Ninkasi had plenty of bandages in her bathroom. Kratos really, really didn't want to leave her alone long enough to go out and retrieve what he might need. He didn't want to leave her alone at all. Though he was pretty sure he was going to owe her an entire new towel set, because he used up all the ones he found in the bathroom.
No, he did well enough getting her treated and settled. Even after he'd led her into the bedroom to lie down and rest, he had enough to occupy his brain: after cleaning her up, he now needed to clean up his cleaning supplies. There was no way he was leaving a bloody mess for later. It wasn't until the trash had been removed and the towels had been started in the washing machine that the rest of it caught up with him.
The rest of it. That was a euphemism. Ninkasi had been... she'd looked... it was... Kratos had never seen her like that. Other gods, darker gods, vengeful, evil, angry gods, yes. But Ninkasi had always been cut from a different cloth from other Sumerians. At least, he'd thought so. Yes, she was powerful. Yes, she was not someone to cross. But he'd never seen her resort to the kind of violence he'd witnessed eariler. It was shocking. To say the very least.
And it brought up so many questions. How long had she been hiding this side of herself from him? Was this new, or was this something that had always been inside her? And if so, why hadn't she told him? Did she think he wouldn't understand having a dark side? After all this time, did she not trust him enough? Or was this something new, something that had been festering because of the change in their relationship? He couldn't discount that something Bast had said was the catalyst for this, and he had a sinking suspicion that something may have involved him. Was he the reason she'd snapped? Was it his fault? Would she think it was his fault? What was this going to mean for their relationship?
Kratos leaned against the counter, a beer in one hand, a cleaning rag in the other, and asked himself the most important question of all: What was he going to do now?