That was fair, Melinoe judged after several seconds of frowning in intense thought. She climbed onto one of the stools automatically, smoothing down the dress absently and tucking it under her knees, where it wouldn’t hinder her. True, she was disappointed that even Hypnos did not know but if he didn’t, then, well, perhaps there was no good answer that anyone knew. Now, what did she think about Thanatos’s habit of sleeping anywhere but the guest rooms that were offered to him? It wasn’t laziness, probably, and though she was young and had seen more than one person drunk, she also guessed that Thanatos wasn’t going around so drunk every single time that he fell asleep anywhere he found that was nearer than a bed. Really, all of those hypothesis had long been discarded because if it had been that simple, she would have settled down and stopped wondering.
Melinoe folded her hands primly on her lap, sitting straight because as nice as Hypnos was, he still wasn’t family, even if he was blood kin to people she considered part of her own family. So certain manners had to be upheld. She turned attention again inwardly with a perplexed frown. So it was not only a matter of Thanatos behaving oddly only in her home, it was a habit maintained in other places. Maybe he just didn’t like beds. Though she couldn’t guess why. Beds were comfortable. There was nothing offensive about them at all.
With the typical impatience of a child presented with a problem that seemed to be lacking the proper pieces to complete it, Melinoe gave a short but heartfelt sigh. “Maybe he does not like heights. Maybe he rolls off the bed all the time.” Well… that seemed not so illogical, now that she considered what she’d just said. If she was constantly tossing and turning in her sleep and kept waking up every time she fell off the bed, she’d be pretty indisposed to looking at beds with a fond eye. Better to sleep somewhere not as comfortable if it meant not falling so far.