Styx's smile was genuine and she reached out a hand to touch Hel gently on the shoulder in guidance of which direction to go. She was completely dry now, just as if she had never been in or a part of the river only minutes before. “Come on,” she said and started walking toward the entrance to her home.
“I can promise that I always have wine, and that the place is always spotless. There are no animals and my children are on Olympus.” At least she hoped they were. She loved her children and it was not for any embarrassement of them or of Hel that she didn't want them around. But Styx wanted to get to know the Nord without having her children there to possibly make Hel uncomfortable.
Outside, as they neared the door, there was the steady sound of her river flowing. A sound that continued as the door was pressed open and they were inside. Down a hall toward the kitchen, Styx pointed out what rooms were which as they passed them: her parlor, the hall that led to the rooms her children once called their own.
In the kitchen, Hate sighed but not negatively. Just as suspected, there was a basket on the table overflowing with foods. So predictable. “I'll apologize for my ignorance,” Styx said as she made her way to a pitcher of wine. “But I know next to nothing about you or your world... what is the world like up north?” It was a rather benign way to start a conversation. She was curious, so very curious. And while she knew a little based on what her parents had said and what had been discussed at dinner last time, there was so much that hadn't been said and Styx knew there was something flowing just beneath the surface.