Dionysus shook his head in a no fashion. He hadn't eaten for days, not since the darkness hit. He'd bounced around the city corralling his army of women that now, few would return. Only the ones that desired more of what would eventually kill them. He'd let up on Kyle some, but he was still angry to think the boy was getting married---which ultimately meant he was going to be taken out from Dionysus wing. Dionysus didn't like leaving or having others taken from him. He was a bit clingy when it came to those that threaded in and out of his life. He was an Olympian he made the choices.
He scrubbed at his body slowly, still in and out of his daze. It was a drug addict coming down from a very high high, now his body was compromised. He soaked until his skin was wrinkled, his fingers like prunes, legs shaky as he stood onto solid ground and wrapped himself in a towel. He padded out slowly back toward Ariadne and her comfort. She was always his brightest star.