He doesn't look much like his brother in the moment. That night in the hospital, Tragos faced her straight-backed and taut-muscled, a soldier ready to stand his ground. Kaden's no soldier; he's got a teenaged build and a teenaged slouch, cheek pillowed against a fist that's never been bloodied by combat. And yet, it's of that conversation with Tragos that Athena's reminded, her first and only conversation with the boy— almost a year ago to the day, as the Fates would spin it.
Perhaps it's something in the frown. The glimmer of gears turning behind the eyes.
"She's the reason I'm here, as a matter of fact," Athena says mildly. "I'm helping her square away some paperwork. We're cousins."