“Demigods were not immune to injury or illness in the myths,” Doreius said. “That still doesn’t prove you’re not what the crew thinks you are.”
“If I really was a demigod, wouldn’t I have taken care of the captain long before now?”
“You and I both know that the gods bestow their favor when it is convenient to them, not when it is convenient for us.”
“You think a god did that to the captain, on my behalf?”
“I think it’s certainly possible. I’ve heard you praying to Pirei to stop Neleos and put him in his place. Were you praying to him on the beach, too?”
“Yes, but…ugh. I need a drink.” Driada moaned and reached for the jug of wine Doreius had brought. She drank deeply and scowled. “I’m not able to invoke a god! I’m just a woman…”
“A woman who has seen a siren,” Doreius said, tapping h
