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He watched the crow flitting about nearby with a suspicious, critical eye when he examined what looked like the marks of a bird's mandibles and blew through his nose. His eyes took on a soulless black as he gazed at it, and the crow promptly fled, before Hades' eyes returned to their normal electric yellow pigmentation.
Hades briskly glanced down at Misla with a furrowed brow in frustration, then bolted off for a pool. Slurping some water in his mouth, he rushed as fast as he could manage with his heavy metal hooves, which came to a skidding stop and flayed grass about, among a billowing plume of dust. He poured out the cold water on her neck to, hopefully, startle her awake. "Misla!" he called as he nudged her with his muzzle.
Her eyes opened and she stared blankly up at Hades.
"You blacked out," he mused, sighing silently. "Are you feeling all right?"