[ ducking his head so his eyes are hidden by shaggy, grecian curls, he nods. ]

Being a demigod is dangerous. There's no knowing when we can get killed or eaten by monsters. And, my sister...

[ he trails off and the air around him seems to go a bit cold. ]

I'd rather not talk about it, if it's okay. So is this kind of thing all they do around here? Flower festivals and stuff like that?