Orpheus hadn't even considered them following. He groaned, loathe to lose Asterion's mouth at his ear and his throat and his body that close.
Then again, he could have that and more if they found the perfect place to camp. So he sighed and turned back to the task of driving. A few hours later they were up into the mountains, and it was hard to think of anything but how beautiful the nature was here. Untouched by the mortals around it. It was almost exactly as he remembered it, and he'd been on foot then, and it had been decades since.