"Ares. Tall, good looking, marginally sane personality when he's not stomping around." She turns around, absently grabbing a shirt from the floor and tugging it on, then doing the same thing with her robe.

"War and Peace. We're always going to be linked whether I like it or not. But, uh, he's kind of ... handing power over to me? Sorta."

It's a good bet she hasn't realized whose shirt she just put on. Mostly because Eirene doesn't own a plaid shirt that big.