Of course Zagreus is going to help Duck Mom Della with her relaxation time, and that means setting up, of course! He's happy to blow up mattresses, heat up water, and fluff up pillows into big piles worthy of being called a pillow fort by the younger Voidtreckers. He even brings in the four sets of sheets from his own sleeper car to set up more private spaces, stringing them along the ceiling to provide a little shelter for the particularly stressed and overwhelmed. It's not much, but the prince hopes it will help.
He's realized over the course of his time here that not many people seem interested in physical affection. Mortal customs have always vexed him, but not being able to hug most of the Voidtreckers due to their hesitance has left Zagreus with little to do but deliver cocoa and tea. He is of course happy to offer hot cocoa with or without marshmallows, or an assortment of herbal calming teas, whatever suits their fancy. His voice is soft and soothing enough to not disturb most people if he quietly offers them something to drink while they relax.
Cerbie, Zagreus' Cthonic Companion, did not seem to get the memo about physical affection. He ecstatically bounces around the room, eager to see all the Voidtreckers back from their latest venture. He has all the boundless energy of a puppy, yet none of the physical weight, being made only of stuffing and plush fabric and animated. He's happy to lick faces and hands with his plush tongue, climb into random stranger's laps, and of course swipe smaller pillows and play tug of war with them. He's also willing to settle and snuggle into someone if they don't seem to have the energy to play, his three tails wagging in unison.
Zagreus can be found much later at the lute, pulled straight from the music car. (Not sure who put it there, but Zagreus appreciates it!) He's set up in an unused corner, playing a calming tune, slightly bittersweet in its wandering minor chord progressions, but not offensive amidst the people simply trying to relax. Strictly happy music would only add insult to injury for the people who are in pain and seeking comfort right now, and Zagreus knows that. He also knows that he's hurting himself, but he's never been one to let his troubles get in the way of others' healing from trauma themselves. And so he'll play as long as others will let him, perhaps lulling some Voidtreckers to sleep, maybe helping others focus on something more than their recent struggles. He's pretty good for a guy who doesn't know much about the surface world.
Anyone paying attention and not stewing in their own grief may notice that Zagreus' feet don't seem to be on fire while he's wandering around the Gym-Turned-Sleepover Car. They look just like normal, human feet! How interesting!
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He's realized over the course of his time here that not many people seem interested in physical affection. Mortal customs have always vexed him, but not being able to hug most of the Voidtreckers due to their hesitance has left Zagreus with little to do but deliver cocoa and tea. He is of course happy to offer hot cocoa with or without marshmallows, or an assortment of herbal calming teas, whatever suits their fancy. His voice is soft and soothing enough to not disturb most people if he quietly offers them something to drink while they relax.
Cerbie, Zagreus' Cthonic Companion, did not seem to get the memo about physical affection. He ecstatically bounces around the room, eager to see all the Voidtreckers back from their latest venture. He has all the boundless energy of a puppy, yet none of the physical weight, being made only of stuffing and plush fabric and animated. He's happy to lick faces and hands with his plush tongue, climb into random stranger's laps, and of course swipe smaller pillows and play tug of war with them. He's also willing to settle and snuggle into someone if they don't seem to have the energy to play, his three tails wagging in unison.
Zagreus can be found much later at the lute, pulled straight from the music car. (Not sure who put it there, but Zagreus appreciates it!) He's set up in an unused corner, playing a calming tune, slightly bittersweet in its wandering minor chord progressions, but not offensive amidst the people simply trying to relax. Strictly happy music would only add insult to injury for the people who are in pain and seeking comfort right now, and Zagreus knows that. He also knows that he's hurting himself, but he's never been one to let his troubles get in the way of others' healing from trauma themselves. And so he'll play as long as others will let him, perhaps lulling some Voidtreckers to sleep, maybe helping others focus on something more than their recent struggles. He's pretty good for a guy who doesn't know much about the surface world.
Anyone paying attention and not stewing in their own grief may notice that Zagreus' feet don't seem to be on fire while he's wandering around the Gym-Turned-Sleepover Car. They look just like normal, human feet! How interesting!