Apollo turns, smiling beneath his mask and letting off a weary laugh. "Very carefully. Centuries of practice. And figuring out the best ways to wrap it around my shoulders and keep it off my feet."

He shifts, and the sound of all those tiny links rubbing against each other sounds almost like rushing water. "It's mine to carry. I've had plenty of time to figure it out and make it work."

The cracks all over his body suggest it's not as smooth as he's suggesting, though.