[She inclines her head in greeting. There's no smile, this isn't really a smiling sort of moment, but at least Persephone remains cordial, as promised. ]

Hello, March. They are... [ she hums softly ] unsettled. Frightened. They have never been much of a fighter in any of their lives. It's not... how they are.

[She grimaces at the mention of seeing things.]

They mentioned seeing the Furies. That would be an unpleasant experience for anyone, but no, they are not private... except in the case that it's rare a mortal would ever clap eyes on them.

...I assume you were seeing things, too?