"Comes with the territory," Teddy says with a smile that's one part apology, one part smirk. Then, slightly more seriously, they add, "When people you care about just...go away, forever. Sometimes with no reason or warning...or anything you can do about it... I don't know if it's that unreasonable to feel it looming."

She moves the wood so at least Zagreus has a place to sit in this very under-developed domain, and sits on the ground next to the stump with a little gesture. Teddy's never been much afraid of a little dirt, either, for that matter, and especially not dirt that isn't even ...real. "You either fear it or face it, I guess. I think a lot of us do a little of both." Certainly true of her right now.

"No? The stories they tell about gods -- well, in my world, at least, I don't know about here -- either seem like they don't really have families, or they do, they're enormous, and they're all fighting all the time. At least that's how I remember it."

Teddy lifts an eyebrow. "...Politics at the dinner table?" they ask, wryly. Might as well get the real myths from the source.