Sweet. Maybe it was? Yes, Athena had left out some vital truths before, but— it had been such chaos, Ares and Apollo in uproar, she might not have had all the facts yet herself. And, yes, perhaps Qebhet had felt she'd no choice but to help, knowing that if she didn't Ronan would have no burial rites at all, but that was why Athena had called, wasn't it? Because she hadn't wanted to see Ronan cast aside either.
It wasn't because she'd seen the funeral home as a convenient place to dump a body. It wasn't.
"Yes," she agreed aloud. The word came out rather more noncommittal than she would have liked. "You're right, it affects everyone differently."
The cafe was only a couple of blocks' walk from here, rather a pleasant walk now that spring was at last seeping into the bones of the city. The sky was still overcast, but there was no wind at all and the air was almost mild enough to be called warm. It was a nice day. She shouldn't pollute it with her worries. They would still be there later.
So with a determined push, she set the doubts to the back of her mind and offered Genesis a smile. "It's this way; it's not far to walk." As they fell into step together, she asked, "How has your day been so far?"