"Ah, away from the feet little fishes!" Zagreus says, slowing the chariot briefly as he focuses on not stepping on Nanaue's friends. "Trust me, you really don't want me to step on you."

Because after all, Zagreus's feet were red-hot. Enough to scorch stone and give off flickering embers - and to make the prospect of being stepped on very unpleasant.

"Perhaps they should ride up top?" He suggests instead, as they streak across the sky. He waves a hand over the lid of the chariot - and creates a little feetie fish-sized platform right on top of it. With tiny guardrails, of course, for safety.