"No, no, the family is fine. I'm sorry, I didn't know you weren't aware of the situation yet." She gave Fatima her own look, and received nothing more than a shrug in return. There was, however, a twinkle in the servant's eye that said she knew damn well Bast didn't know, and that the child could do with a bit of patience. Isis hid a smile of amusement. Bast was who she was, but so was Fatima. She wondered which of them liked to annoy the other more. She suspected if the two of them ever got into it, Bast would be the one slinking away to lick her wounds. Not that Fatima didn't love her daughter, she cared for all Isis' children, but she certainly liked to make a point.
"Let's go to my room, and I will explain." Arriving, she doffed her clothing, opting for a comfy fleece robe. She ignored the armchairs on the other side of the room, instead crawling wearily on top of the pale green comforter on her bed, patting the spot in front of her in invitation to the younger goddess.
"I am afraid the villa has turned into something of a MASH unit for the time being. The people out there are servants to the Greek Erote, Hedylogos, and his...roommate, Sigyn of the Norse, a dear friend of mine." She'd hesitated when she said "roommate", but the word friend might have construed incorrect assumptions. "Their villa was attacked, tensions between the Greeks obviously escalating." Producing a glass of wine, she proceeded to inform Bast of all she knew of the situation, including the death of Hedylogos and the disappearance of Aphrodite, among others.
"The remaining mortals needed somewhere to go, with the chateau in the condition it is in. As you saw, Fatima and the others are tending to them." Isis was made painfully aware once again how much she relied on her head servant. Not that Fatima would want it any other way, but when this was all over, she was going to owe her...something. A vacation, maybe? Isis would need to think on it when she wasn't so blasted tired.
"So that's what I know at the moment." She sighed. War. It never led to anything good, did it? It reminded her again of her own son and brother, and what they were all likely to be facing soon enough themselves.
"So, what brings you to Paris? I assume it has something to do with your visit with Sekhmet? Were you able to contact her?"