As the god approached Enyo stood mostly dumbfounded, unsure what to make of her situation. He was bloodied and covered with battle-filth, but still standing strong. He was willing to kill his own -a rare trait. He approached her without question or apparently knowing who she was. He also was... well, he definitely wasn't unattractive and that was unsettling. Maybe it was just that he was covered in blood and was willing to kill his own.
Yes, that was all it was.
“Collect the dead?” She asked when she finally registered what he had said. “I do no such menial task.” Enyo's eyes left him for only a moment as she looked from her sword to her shield and back up at him. Was he daft? That would be a terrible shame. “I am collecting my effects.” She was so confused and shocked by the look of him. Why was she, a goddess of war and violence, unsettled by him?
The glint of her helm among the dead at her side caught her attention briefly out of the corner of her eye but she dared not look away from the stranger. He was armed and while she was as well, she had no idea who he was and to give him advantage by turning her back for even a moment was foolhardy. “I suggest you do the same. Your number of dead with increase exponentially at dawn. Take respite when you can. I'll even let you walk away while my army gathers itself.”