Even though it took a while for the door to open, Thaumas didn't mind waiting. He was willing to wait all night if he had to since he had nowhere else to be until Monday morning. He did, however, wonder what was taking the king so long. Surely, he was in good health? If an obscure deity like Thaumas was, Poseidon had to be even better, hadn't he?
When the door opened and the marine god saw that the Olympian was not a decrepit old man in a wheelchair but standing on his own feet, a small sigh of relief escaped him. It would have been terribly awkward, showing up at an invalid's home unannounced and inconveniencing them like this.
But Poseidon wasn't physically disabled or an old man, so Thaumas put on his best smile. "Hail, great Ennosigaeus..." The rest of the old greeting died when he noticed the strange look on his king's face.
"...you don't look so well. Everything all right?"