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Hovering in the doorway, Apollo considered the peculiar sight of the fear-inspiring God of War tenderly tucking a mortal follower into bed. Not for the first time, the Sun-God wondered what it was about this mortal that had prompted his half-brother to pluck him from the battlefield and bring him here for healing.

Now he had an answer, and the blond found the entire situation unaccountably amusing.

A soft white and gold flash, and falling white feathers and arrows, heralded Cupid's arrival, which might have gone unnoticed but for the much louder entrance of Strife, in showers of daggers and orange light.

As Ares turned to intimidate his nephew, Apollo stepped into the room. Now would be a perfect time to introduce Joxer's care plan. Darting an amused glance at Cupid, he amended it slightly. Things had been quite dull recently, but this could potentially be quite entertaining.