For a moment, it feels as if she's overstepped and should feel rather foolish for asking such a request in the first place. Her knowledge of Greek myths isn't so deep, anyway, and perhaps she doesn't really know much of it at all; still, Zagreus has proven yet again to be pretty warm about things, taking it in stride.

"Thank you," she says, emphatically, not just towards Zagreus but to the dog, too. Mary, for her part, sits down, too, head tilting in consideration as Wanda approaches—an arm reaching forward, hand pressing onto the top of the main head.

The red fur feels a little more coarse than fluffy, but it's soft, nonetheless. She doesn't notice the smile that grows on her features as she lets her hand smooth all the way back towards the dog's ears, needing to stretch her back as she does so.

"He really is a very sweet boy."