It was strange hearing him speak. His siblings' voices she knew since they'd never shut up but Poseidon's... She couldn't remember if she'd ever hear him say more than two words.
"Do you really want to know?" she asked, keeping her voice low, her tone flat. There was dried blood on his neck and the collar of his shirt. His head seemed to be fine for now.
Sitting down next to her son, she tugged the tattered shirt to the side to get a better look at Cronus' handiwork.