[ Orpheus gives her a slightly odd look, at that, expression going slightly distant as he thinks of Eurydice, sitting at one of the tables in the bar with her votive candle, the first time he saw her.

People turn on you just like the wind
Everybody is a fair weather friend
In the end, you're better off alone
Any way the wind blows

But he shakes it off and brings himself back to the present, giving Peregrine a sad smile. ]

It's not an easy world. Even with gods looking out for us. But we have each other, at least? We look out for one another.