Both eyebrows arched viciously at Bia's remarks. Styx had worried for her daughter when she left as abruptly as she had from the meeting Below. Now... Now Hate was pissed. "Really?" she said, with deadly mild inflection. "I had no idea Phobos had taken you in. He's not here, you know." A beat. Then very sweetly, "Are you waiting for him?"
Styx was exhausted. Styx was worried. Styx was guilty. And Styx was pissed at Bia. Her girl had embarrassed herself, her sister and brothers, and her mother in front of the rest of their family by her outrageous outbursts. Tensions were high, and perhaps Bia could be forgiven for that. After all, Styx knew too well the cost of balancing between worlds. But it had never been so difficult for the children to do it. Underworlders they may be, but they lived on Olympus. Zeus was as good as a father to them. And the were accorded a very rare gift - Zeus' favor. No, it was not nearly so difficult for them as it was for Styx, and as much leeway as Styx gave Bia, she couldn't forgive her for her attitude now.
There was no excuse for it. Her hands were balled into fists now, clenching tightly at her silk-enrobed sides. She wouldn't hit her daughter, but it was a sign of her anger and her weariness that the thought was considered.