Too bad sooner came rather than later, and her hand was making Dietrich's palm all itchy. Really, did she have to grip onto him so hard!? He tried wiggling it off of him, but to no avail. He sighed, at least it was her way of coping, of relaxing, even if she was trembling and scared to death of what was to come. Figures emerged down the hallway, one taller and much more masculine and the other undeniably female. Dietrich had forgotten just how attractive Bellona looked in his lighting, but when the masculine figure made is presence known, that thought quickly went out the window.
He peered up at the massive figure, well, massive for one who was approximately 6 foot 3 and broad shouldered. "Cronus," he breathed, peering at the ancient one, though he appeared not a day older than forty in age. He was wrinkled around his eyes and his hair was long and black, his eyes darklit candles reflecting the violet dimness of the lighting around them.
"Let me see the mortal," he said, his voice surprisingly soft. He looked at Artemis and Dietrich set her forth, trying to give her at least an ounce of gumption.
