Deimos was asleep in his usual place on the floor in the dirt when the knock came. He woke up startled, the feathered carcass of a pigeon in his hand; he'd gotten hungry in the night.
He jumped down the stairs because most of them had fallen through and stumbled across to open the foor, making a noise normally only heard from excited thirteen year old girls and launching himself, dead bird still in hand, at his uncle. "UNCLE CAERUS!" He clung to the other god in a hug and then looked down, tugging at the packages. "Let me help, let me help, is this the surprise?!"