"How are they?"
"A strange question coming from someone who claims to be such a hardass. Be careful, mister, or you'll start caring about people."
A growl and giggle. Atreus smiled fondly as his father gave their beheaded friend a dirty look.
"They're fine, just upset that their shop was ruined."
Mimir hummed in agreement. "I would be too, who'd of thought a group of Hel Walkers would come so close so far from their typical spots?"
Kratos grunted, looking annoyed. "They should be able to handle themselves if to set up shop in the open."
Atreus shrugged. "Yeah, but how else would they get customers?" The boy suddenly beamed
"We can at least spend time with them if we help them rebuild-"
"No."