Proserpine kept fussing with Pluto's armor.
"Stop. I'm sure its fine."
"This side is lose. If it slips, they could kill you."
"I'm immortal. Besides what are the chances of it slipping?"
"You'd be surprised. Now hush up and let me work"
After she was done, she grabbed a silver helm encrusted with diamonds and pearls, with a hole at the top. She braided her hair and put it through the hole.
"Oh no you don't. You are not going to go out there and get yourself killed."
Strapping on her armor, she replied, "I'm going to fight besides my mother and fiancé. Nothing in the world could change that."
"When did we become fiancé's?"
She grabbed a silver Birchwood bow and a quiver of silver arrows. Slipping them on her back, she smirked cheekily at him. His glare turned to a blush and he looked away.
"Fine, if you insist on being killed, knock yourself out."
As she added daggers and a sword to her arsenal he turned and marched out, Ceres right behind him. Proserpine smirked again and followed.