"Let him rest, mate, he's expended a lot of his energy."

Zagreus is not far away, taking a bit of a break himself. He's clearly had a lot of damage dealt to him, whip marks and anti-life blasts still marring his flesh in places, though considerably healed from what they once were. And judging from his eternally burning feet and the crown of flame-like laurels around his head, he's probably some sort of god also.

"I've just been pushing him toward the train as I've gone, but we probably won't be welcome in the city, so... taking a bit of the long way 'round."