There were a few moments where Triton was lost. In the first place, he hadn’t expected any problems to arise……and he certainly hadn’t thought any potential problem would come from them. If anything, he had anticipated smoother than usual transitions…….smoother than was usual for mortals, in any case. Eros had seemed to manage the trick quite nicely, fame, charm, and all……and everyone else had passed through with no trouble. Until Deimos.
Triton had felt a vague sense of concern and anxiety about Deimos……not on his part, but by others. This was based on the things that had been said, the way Phobos kept hold of him. Still, he had not thought anything would come of it.
Deimos’ exclamation, combined with the unmoving bag he’d been clutching since Triton laid eyes on him, made for unsettling theories as to what was in the bag. Triton didn’t move as Ares moved forward to deal with it, though he did look at the little girl sleeping in her father’s arms. He hoped she’d continue to sleep through this.