“No idea,” Styx answered with a shrug as the water from her river that had been dripping off her seemed to be absorbed by her form. It was a part of her, after all, it made sense that it was incorporated into her. Her hands went up, gathered her hair together and started to wring it out over her shoulder. Only a few droplets fell before she let go and let her hair fall normally. “Seems likely, though.” Then she smiled.
“I've not been in solid form in a number of weeks. I tend to stay delightfully out of the reach of Lottie's hugs that way.” Styx gave her a small, sly wink. Deep down, she loved her sister's hugs, but she would never admit it aloud if she could avoid it. “There are definite perks to be literally corrosive at times.” She wasn't sure how much Hel knew about her or her waters and the danger within, but it wasn't really important. If she asked, she asked. If not, well, no skin off Styx's back. She's just need to make sure Hel stayed well clear of her river's edge.
Her hands brushed against each other to be certain they were dry. “Did you want to go see if Hades is in residence? I can walk with you. Akheron, I've heard, is in quite a snit. That way if he gives you any trouble I'll take care of it.” Another wink, but this time it was sincere. Perhaps Hel had met her fellow river siblings, perhaps not. But Akheron and Pyrphlegethon could be quite prickly at times. So could Styx, but she had other things to take into consideration -like how her actions would affect the welfare of her children, before acting.
“Or...” She paused and tipped her head toward her home, sculpted into the rock of the wall of the Underworld and very near the mouth, “I can offer you some wine, or creation knows what Lottie has left for me recently. There is that vague rule about eating or drinking here and then not being able to leave, but obviously that is not really ever enforced, and you've done so much here before...” Styx shrugged. “I don't think it applies to a non-Greek anyway. And the only instance I can think of it being enforced was to get Demeter off her high horse.”
The preference, of course, was to retreat to her own home. Mostly because she was insanely curious about this history of this young goddess. Nyx had a habit of taking in damaged strays, but there was something very distinct about Hel that Styx was attracted to and she wasn't sure what it was. What was the girl's history?