Sera wasted no time with amenities.
She led the way out of the high chamber and into a side passage that emptied into a broad enclosed court of dark stone and muted gold. It was an ample space for their accommodation, but the sense of edges was very much in evidence. The air within carried her residual weight - lighter than her presence, but heavy enough that each of them understood why lower functionaries were no longer attempting to climb said spines.
"This is temporary housing under my coverage," said Sera. "You will be contained here until otherwise instructed. Do not attempt to exceed the radius, and do not test the boundaries. If you manage to draw attention I do not want, I will rescind protection and the process may resume."
Zeus took in the bare bones of the court. There was no throne. No banners or other tokens of authority. Only space and the underlying density that made the thought of storage easier to accept.
"Understood," he rumbled.
