Persephone + Zahara
Since Hyperion had brought her home, she hadn’t left the urge to leave the house. The only reason she had gone out now was for the funeral, she owed it to her friend Philip, as well as to the entire family, and Ewan’s, to be there. They had both been family, no matter how brief they may have been in her life. She didn’t know Ewan as well as she had Philip, but she had still cared for her brother-in law.
The entire thing had been just a bit overwhelming for her, and so when she had seen her moment to slip away, she knew exactly who she wanted to hide out with. Hyperion was speaking with someone that Zahara didn’t recognize, and so after a quick whisper to let him know where she would be, she slipped off to find Persephone, even stopping to grab Persephone a whiskey. Thankfully no one had really given her any looks for it, even though she knew most of the family likely knew about the pregnancy, but she wasn’t really showing still. She just had the smallest of bumps, just enough for Hyperion to hold as they slept curled up together.
“You have to drink for me, since I can’t,” she said as she came up to Persephone, holding the whiskey out as offering, complete with just the slightest pout. The salves that Persephone had given her for the busted lip and black eye had worked wonders, and Zahara had been sure to do her make-up to hide what was still healing. She wanted to at least look normal, even if she was feeling anything but.