"Well, yeah," Dys said, like it was obvious. Sure, her aunt had a strong personality... and was the goddess of war and violence. That wasn't everyone's cup of tea. But gods had arguments all the time, and many of them held grudges through millenia. That was nothing new. "Doesn't mean that they need to go stabbing everyone all helter-skelter."
She'd get him back, too. Only she didn't think she was going to tell Morpheus that quite yet. She figured that he'd had enough shock for one evening. Maybe next time, if she needed his help.
She pushed the black scarf off of her head and ran her fingers through her hair, then reached forward to wrap the length of silky cloth around Dream's neck loosely. "Sure," she said, the smile that was lurking at the corners of her mouth breaking out now. "Fabulous. Now that I'm out of that place. But you know what? I'll be even better when you dance with me."