"Yes, he is, carry on," she replied coolly to the angry satyr before returning her attention to the war horse who, if no longer having a flaming fit, was subdued to pacing and tossing his head about in dissatisfaction. "Be still, you proud beast. If having a tantrum would have returned your master to us, he would have appeared by now," she soothed the mad animal, rubbing the long sooty nose. "You will have to wait like the rest of us for him to finally return, as he always does."
Ruin actually flared at Hercules? It was strange to her to see it and she wondered if she should scold the horse for acting like a baby. "To be truthful, I believe Ruin took a liking to me before his master did. When Ares was jailed for suspected crimes against Asgard," she explained. "Ruin would break free of his stables and run amok, refusing to leave Ares, but unwilling to be corralled. It was a daily task to find him in the streets and bring him back and after a while, I would end up less burned than the day before."
Looking over the sooty and flickering shoulder, she spied the area he was meaning and nodded. "I hope we are successful, Hercules. As feared as he is in the Olympian courts, Ares's lack of presence will soon be felt by all if we are not."