Dyssia is grinning like a cat, because it's the only thing keeping her from panicking.

Because on the one hand, happy day! Miracle of miracles! Young love, which is only different from old love in that there are different mistakes left to make! And if she's not mistaken, there are some very interesting uses for various pool and bedroom instruments! And she was here! She did this!

But also oh [i]fuck[/i] what does she [i]say?[/i] She's had years to think about what to ask Hades for and she's [i]still[/i] procrastinating the answer! And Scar is standing there and demanding an answer and--

Do you think Dyssia could manage that expression? She should try to manage that expression, it's a very useful face to have tucked away in your folder of faces to make--

Resist the urge to try it out right now. We have enough issues with echolalia and saying things out loud and--

(What even would you call echolalia of the face? Facielalia? No, no, wait, she knows this one, it's called masking)--

Aaaaaaaa answers, answers, answer that won't take too long or undervalue the relationship because there's [i]that[/i] conversational landmine to step on is asking for something that's the right level of not-too-much-not-too-little-goldilocks--

"I want to attend your races," she blurts out. "Maybe not every time, I'm not gonna demand you arrange your schedules around me, but I'd like to see you two keep running forward together and know you'll never stop pushing each other."