Zagreus effortlessly twisted, turned, and tossed the cocktail shaker as he prepared drinks for the customers at the bar.
The people around him praised him for his youth and talent. With every performance, he received tips in return, and he would bow and smile politely.
Time passed quickly during happy hour. As the night deepened, Zagreus grew busier, but even while working, his thoughts kept drifting back to Lyra.
Hypnos had told him she only needed another day or two of rest, but another week had passed, and she was still asleep.
He did not want to pressure Hypnos into waking her with divine powers, because he knew Hypnos was right. Lyra was mortal, and mortals needed mortal medicine. He would have to trust the process and wake in her own time.
He also no longer wanted to use his pow
