Ariadne had spend her weekend curled up in a ball, with as many lights around her as humanly possible. She hadn't left her apartment, so she'd been relatively okay. When she'd seen the dark recede though, she had never been so relieved.
At least until Dionysus came home. Still on edge she'd taken a bat in hand, but had only lowered it hen she saw her husband. There was probably something very wrong with her when she was relieved to see him, even this covered in blood. He'd done this before.
She set the bat down and gave him a wary look. He didn't always recognize her in this state. "Dionysus? Are you alright love?" She wondered if any of that blood was his. She hoped not.