*Hades's POV*
I was resting my eyes, when the door had suddenly opened. I cracked my opened to see who it was. It was just Hestia, so I closed my eyes again.
"Hades?," she said. "Zeus sent me to check on you. He said you weren't feeling well." I snorted, pulling my hood over my head a little more. "Meh. Don't listen to Zeus. I feel fine," I snapped, wiping my tears before Hestia could see them.
She softly padded over to me, and peered into my hood. "Ah, are you sure about that?," she said. "Your eyes are all swollen." What?!
I blinked, and closed them. "Uhh, ah, yes," I stuttered as I thought of a good lie. "The...those...flowers outside make my eyes itch. Yep, it's the flowers. I went into Zeus's lair, and he had all the windows opened. The pollen came in, and my eyes started itching."
Hestia nodded. "Alright then," She said. "Why don't we go to my lair, and rinse them with water." Oh gosh. Please no! Rinsing my eyes out with water always hurts, and it's super uncomfortable! Besides, I was crying, no pollen got in my eyes; I didn't need my eyes washed.
"Alright then," I said unsurely. I got off of my bed, and followed Hestia to her lair.
*Hestia's POV*
I brought Hades to my lair, and sat him on a stool. "I know, you really don't like water," I said. "Trust me, though. This water is some of that healing water." Hades nodded, his face nearly frozen. His eyes wandered over to the cage I had stored on my little table with the white lace table cloth.
He gasped, and sprang up from his stool. He ran over to the cage, and stared at it. "Where did you get this owl?," he breathed, pointing to the majestic gray and white bird in the cage. The owl seemed to be glaring and hissing at him.
I strolled over to him. "Why, this cute little thing just flew into my window. I took it in because it seemed like it was in distress," I said. Hades nodded, his face expressionless once again.
"Yes, lovely," he said numbly. "Look, I'll explain later if I feel like it, but I think I want to take care of it for a while." I raised an eyebrow. "Okay, but what about your eyes?," I said suspiciously.
That must've been a "Yes, go right ahead" to Hades, because he opened the cage, and scooped up the owl inside of it. The bird howled and screeched, wriggling to get out of his grasp.
Hades held it still, and ran out of the room. I sighed and shook my head. "I knew the god hates the light, and likes that dreaded Underworld, but I did not know he likes night animals," I said to the hearth. It answered with a snap, and a few heart-shaped ashes.