Ares had a wonderful sleep, even if Runar kept kicking him throughout the night. When he awoke, his twin boys had climbed up onto his torso and drooled all over his side. Ares almost flung himself forward to sit up, but stopped when he remembered his children on him. He picked the pair up and then walked out with them in his arms before they threw up on his chest.
"…"
The milk mothers quickly reached for the children, apologising profusely to him. Ares stared down as the vomit sank into his clothes and then pressed against his bare skin.
"Is this vomit healthy?" Ares asked as he motioned to it.
"It seems fine." One replied back hastily, sweating a little.
"Ah, that's good then." Ares chuckled as he then stripped out of the top and then went to go wash the sick off of him, then cleaning his clothes before he placed them on a branch and walked around topless, for even though they were high up on the mountain, the sun was beaming by enough to make it quite hot.
