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Perhaps you should rest, my lady.

If only. My nights are my least restful times.

We have something in common.

Does someone keep you awake?

Yes, someone does. He isn't much for considering anyone else.

Eros is kind. He does let me sleep afterwards.

Zeus is...not often. [It's remarkable how little bitterness seeps into that simple statement, but Ganymede's ability to hide behind neutrality has been honed very, very well.]

Zeus shares your bed? [Oh yes, she's sympathetic.] Were you a mortal like me?

Zeus does not share anything. He calls me to his presence and I must answer.

[He bears it well, though Ganymede sorely misses his life, and his brothers, and everything from before he was snatched away.] I was. I am no longer.

...neither am I. [She too misses her sisters, though they betrayed her. Somehow, Psyche can't find it within herself to stay angry at them.] It's...hard on us. I don't think they realize.

Lady, you are a goddess. I am only that which Zeus wishes me to be.

I am a goddess now, yes. But I was born a mortal princess.

Clearly, you were a better fit for godhood.

Only after I nearly died.

I envy you the position you gained, lady. But I should leave you be.

Maybe you will gain it too?