Re: Dealing With Ninkasi
Kray breathed out a relieved sigh when her hand touched his. He'd been afraid that she would bolt. There was something going on behind her eyes that made him think she wanted to run, but she hadn't caught up with herself enough yet to make the plan. She was still sort of coming down from... whatever that had been. But she was holding his hand, and he was holding hers, and that was a good start.
He gave Nergal a brief glance and a nod before returning his attention to Ninkasi. "See? Told you he'd take good care of them. We can get them back when we get together for dinner." Which was probably not going to be tonight. But soon, maybe. Maybe. Kratos knew that Nergal had made the offer for the same reason he offered the ill-timed compliment: he cared. And while Ninkasi had a less open and embracing relationship with her relatives than he did his, Kray was of the opinion that family support was always a good thing.
Gently, so very, very, very gently, he pulled Ninkasi closer as he inched her way until he'd closed the distance between them. Then he gently kissed her forehead, ignoring the splatter of gore that covered her. "We're going to your place, okay? And then we'll get you cleaned up."
He was about to add something else, when he heard his name spoken. And he was glad that he was facing away from Enlil, because despite keeping his features expressionless, he wasn't sure his eyes wouldn't have given away his surprise. That was the first time he'd ever heard the Ancient Sumerian use his name. He'd actually not been certain that Enlil knew it until just then. It was... Kray wasn't sure what it was. Something to ponder for later.
Turning his head, he met Enlil's eyes and, again, nodded. "Yes, sir."
Then, as he really didn't give a fuck about any of the mortals left in the bar, and he was going to let the other gods there clean up the mess (whether his brother liked it or not), Kratos simply willed them home.