A long sigh follows, but it contains no frustration or annoyance. "Maybe you're right..." Thanatos grips Zagreus's hand back and lets him help him up. He rises to the air, bobbing unsteadily. Thanatos adopts a hunched posture better fitting of Hypnos than him, normally standing straight and tall.

"I don't think I could shift us even if I tried," he admits. The thought should scare him. Not being able to shift means being trapped. But... he's with Zagreus. The danger's past. It not an issue, and he's so tired. "I can still manage this though. I doubt you'd want to carry me back to the train even if I offered you a cookie."

It's a joke, Zagreus.