She halted for but a moment before slow steps continued and she drew nearer and nearer to the dark-haired person in front of her. Her mother. It was a confusing thing to see her here and now. Nike loved her mother, her siblings did as well but she'd hurt them, left them alone, kept them confused. Deep down Nike feared there were other emotions Styx may have had toward them and hoped not voicing them would make them less true.
"They are as well as they can be, they keep busy, as do we all."
Nike slung her bow around her back as she looked up to Styx. "A short time, you say that as though I should be surprised or upset for it. You always stay long enough to be here but never long enough to actually be here. Do you even care?"
The blonde goddess moved around her mother, not really challenging her but not shying away either. She knew that many feared her, her river, what she could do but Nike respected her yes but didn't fear her. For one she'd done nothing wrong but also too, she believed that Styx wouldn't harm her children, physically at least.
Not that the others would realise. Ever since the War, it had been Nike that was slighted most, distanced and ... loathed? hated? guilt. Nike did not know but she wanted answers, she needed them. The problem was that they could come from only one place and it was not forthcoming even now.
"Are you even going to see them, or just inquire and leave without a word?"