Aphrodite wasn't here and it was no big surprise. It seemed to them as if their mother was never around when it mattered. On more than one occasion, they'd blamed her for the state their father was in, which was easy to do with absentees.
"The, uh, rest of your mirror fell down," Phobos said when he returned, empty hands in his pockets. "And... I couldn't find the first aid stuff."
His brother tore his curious gaze away from Ares and frowned at him. "Why'd you go there when we got enough to take care of an army stuffed in the bags?" Jumping over the back of the couch, Deimos wandered around, looking for luggage they no longer had.
"Where are they? Did you see them, daddy?" Without waiting for an answer, he darted away towards the other rooms.
The blond boy looked at his father and shrugged apologetically. "Should have called you first... Sorry about that."