Okay--okay she has promised that she wouldn't hug him until he gave assent. She has. But there's little to do, little comfort she can bring when he spews the facts of his world, the horror he sees coming, the horror he saw once. She wants to hug him, but will he feel trapped by it? She hovers near him, literally, listening.

"Hey--hey!" She nudges Mort closer to him, hoping the mouse will ease what she cannot.

"Look, the train brought us here to help people. I--I'll ask Nita if we can ask the train if people are alright in your world, if death still passes. Maybe no time is passing on your world because you're not here or someone else is taking up the mantle of death. New gods are born all the time, taking up pieces of their parent's legacies, finding parts of their power their own. Hermes helps you gather souls to the Underworld in my world. I can't--I can't believe it would have us run around the multiverse helping people only to let your own world suffer!"

She puts a hand on his arm, gently, "And Zagreus--he doesn't...You're not torturing him. This is not in your control, none of this is or was in your control. No matter what happened to you."