Re: Dealing With Ninkasi
At least he didn't have to be the one to say something to Nergal. Because, damn. Freakin' war gods. They were all alike when it came down to it. But it was probably better that Enlil did the chiding because, freaking war gods were all alike when it came down to it, and Kratos knew what insulting one would result in. They didn't need shit riled back up when they were trying to calm it down, so he swallowed his frustration with Nergal. Only Ninkasi was important right now.
"We could find another place to grab some food," he offered, without acknowleging the nod the Sumerian had given him. He didn't want to be disrespectful, but Kray wasn't taking his eyes off Ninkasi right now. "If you want. If you're hungry. But first, we should probably get you cleaned up and bandaged, okay? You're bleeding pretty heavily from that bite on your arm."
He took a tentative step forward, holding out his hands to show that he wasn't going to grab her, wasn't going to make her do anything. He was just there to talk to her right now. "Why don't you give Nergal your blades? You know he'll take good care of them. And then you and me, we'll get out of here. We'll get cleaned up. Get some food and beer. And you can tell me about what she said. Okay?"
His voice dropped to a lower register, gentle and calming. "C'mon, sweetheart. C'mon." And then he held out his hand, palm up, waiting.