Blackfeather Woods Trying to fit a square inside a circle

She thought for a moment. Running through the list of Gods that she'd been taught.
He only remembers a few of the ones deemed important. He wasn't taught of as many, and Grezig refused to follow.

But the name recalled a faint memory of him and his sister patrolling, Pretending to be a pair of the mystical deities.
She called him Phobos, which he remembered now as the brother of Deimos, and she was Hel.
"Suiting," he replied. He might take it on.

He let her speak on her stand, and nodded in agreement, "Wise decisions." 
He stood, his head dipped slightly.
"I suppose you are busy," he finalised, tilting his nose to the stilled bird.