Of course she was going to worry about him. All mothers worried about their children. Especially when, out of three sons, he was the last. He always did his best not to worry Frigg. He had to take care of her. But he wasn’t a child any longer. He really wished she would stop treating him like one.
“Bast is probably back in Egypt,” he said. “I let her brother go after her. I probably should have gone myself, but she really doesn’t like me to see her when she’s upset. She’s still adjusting to caring about someone other than just herself.” He, too, was still getting use to being in love. He knew that he kept making mistakes, like not chasing after her this time.
“And no. Ninkasi generally isn’t violent,” he said, conceding that particular point. “But she is also Sumerian. They aren’t exactly the most peaceful pantheon around. Maybe it was just a really bad misunderstanding. I’ve seen close friends fight over stupid things before.”