Oi's grip on Athena softened now that it was harder for the goddess to send herself tumbling over the cliff. She couldn't really do that from the pile she'd made of herself.
Her demeanor softened too as the words spilled out of Wisdom, and Oizys' mind became so much clearer. All she'd needed was this to get back to herself. All she'd needed was the Misery. She should have known that. She did, she thought, on some level, know. But if she'd acted on it instead of trying to force it all out, well, maybe she wouldn't have exploded. But if she hadn't, she wouldn't be here now, and what would have become of Athena?
Helping an Olympian was not particularly what Oi would have called a good time, but Athena herself had never done anything horrible to any of the Underworlders, and even Deimos found comfort in her. That was something, wasn't it?
Oizys slipped through the bars to sit on the ground next to Athena. While she wasn't going to take the Misery away, she could be a good ear. She could listen while Wisdom talked out what she needed to.
"Nobody could stop Moros and Akheron." She offered. She was feeling so much better now. So much clearer. Recovery had come so fast. She was sure it was only because there'd been so much sorrow in Athena. What should have taken days, if not weeks, had taken the span of maybe twenty minutes.
"Wisdom is a hard aspect to have, Athena. It's easy to see when it's what you embody, but generally even gods have to look past irrationality and emotion to get to it. In the heat of things, it's not easy to do. It's not your fault they don't listen. They're all jackasses. You did what you could."
Look at her. Being all councilor like. If she told anybody about this, or hell if anybody even saw her, they wouldn't believe it. Especially not with an Olympian.
This Olympian had accidentally helped her, though. So didn't she owe her something?