Dionysus was smiling at her, with that carefree expression of someone who'd just had a lucky encounter.
"Dion," Dahlia muttered, stunned. "You... How...?"
"My sister was crying alone," he said. "How could I not show up?"
After a second, Dahlia slapped his shoulder, feeling both angry and extremely familiar with him.
"Couldn't you have shown up sooner?!" she exclaimed.
"I didn't want to," he said with the tone of a sulky little boy. "That woman is pretty horrible."
Dahlia realized he was talking about her human mother. She was confused; had he known all along where she was, who she had been born as?
"I needed you," she cried even more, feeling the flow of emotions break free and happy to unleash them on him. "You're my brother! Of all people, you should have helped me!"
"I am
