Hermod? “Hermod? That little wimpy Norse kid?” That was the only Hermod Anubis had ever heard of. He put a glass of whiskey in front of his ‘sister’. This was really weird. That Norse kid was nowhere close to the type Bast usually liked to take up with.
Obviously, if she didn’t think he knew how to fight, he hadn’t forced himself on her. And she said he was sweet. Not a word Bast usually used to describe her male friends. Nubie was just getting more confused.
He put his arm around her and rubbed her back gently. He remembered Isis doing the same to him when he needed comforting. “What happened, Fluffy? What did the kid do to you?”