"There," Hestia said, spinning once with exaggerated grace. "Satisfied?"
"That'll do," Adrian said, stepping toward the passageway. "Let's get out of here before you decide to settle back in for another century."
Hestia gave an exaggerated yawn as she pushed off the sarcophagus, stretching her arms high over her head. "You say that like it's a bad thing," she murmured, her voice carrying a faint note of mischief.
"Not debating this," Adrian replied, motioning for Selene to follow.
Hestia trailed after them at her own leisurely pace, her steps unhurried and light. Her marine blue eyes roamed the dim walls of the passage with faint interest, as though she were appreciating the architectural effort of the catacombs for the first time.
"You know, Adrian, you really should try to relax more," she mused. "All this rushing—it's bad for your health."
