"I'm betting Garm misses yours, too." Their pos thing they had in common, the Helhound had taken just as big a liking to Hades as his own three-headed beast had to the Northern Underworlder. But Hel knew it wasn't only the dog he was referring to when he said it was good she was there. She understood exactly what he hadn't said. Leaning over to give her friend a hug, Hel frowned. "You're getting thin again."
Hel knew the toll his wife's absence took on Hades. No doubt he'd been skipping both meals and sleep in an effort to keep himself- and his mind- occupied. Even so, Hel's news had her in far too good a mood to dwell on unhappy thoughts. Instead, she sought to tease her old friend. "Looks like I should have brought you a cheeseburger and a milkshake!" Such comments were nothing new, though the food choices had changed much over the years.
"So, I have some news if you've got some time to chat." Hel knew he would make time, but even among good friends manners were still expected. The extra sparkle in her eyes and the slightly crooked smile would tell Hades it was good news, even if she hadn't gotten around to coming right out and saying it yet.