In the span between waking up from hibernation and now, not much has happened. Attikias has yet to reach out to the Forge, nor has he even visited the Palace, but he's kept his doors open for visitors all the while.

With wood from Pegasus and clay from the dug out flooring, their house stands notable in the field it sits in. The fringes of the space are lined with small wooden posts- a rudimentary fence system, marking out beds and gardens. Organized life has bloomed around within the land; it'd taken some trimming to organize the field of herbs and vegetables Attikias has growing, and much of it is pruned back to wait for it to regrow. Wildflowers sit at the edges of the stone well and house and give it color to combat the dull brown and gold of logs and thatch.

It's an impressive door on the front. It'd look more at home on a barn, complete with a track to help it slide across instead of swinging into the massive space. Of course, a lot of oil has gone to keeping the wheels working, but it's a small marvel for the relatively primitive Attikias to have made. It's just wheels, though! It's better than any doorhinge he could imagine; the door would surely be too heavy for it.

Besides, he needs the space for the rest of his home. It's big enough to hold a horse with extra space, with a packed down floor and a table and seats in the center. Urns and bowl are strewn about the place for various foods and keepsakes, a clay statue sits in progress on the table itself, herbs hang to dry in mud-reinforced windows. Signs of life are evident for how long the house has gathered dust in Attikias's absence. Though, it's messy; the fireplace for cooking in the corner stands uncleaned, and the pile of pelts raised on a large swath of wood are tussled, with a few needing washing from buildup over the years.

He's got a lot ahead of him. Attikias himself is busy properly tying a rope between the house and a line, all to hang up a few of the pelts so he can shake them loose of dirt and grime. He's topless, unbothered, immersed in his task as he jostles the deer pelt before him.

It's an average day for Attikias as he reacclimates to being alive.

Thalia is one of his... louder children. That's not bad at all, especially as he's not likely to be scared by her sudden appearance, as used to it as he is. He didn't have the chance to see her first— her knocking was as loud as her voice, and Attikias finished the knot on the pole a little faster the moment he heard it.

"Around here!" Stepping away, Attikias hurried to round the house, hand up and waving. "I was just setting up a drying line— are those flowers?" His brows shot up as he leaned in, head tilting this way and that to look at the full breadth of the bouquet. "You know you can go in whenever. It's your home too, Thalia. I'm never too busy for you."

Case in point as Attikias reached around her to slide open the door. "Bit of a mess, sorry. Need to replace some of the lights too." He pointed up towards the dim baubled lighting hanging from the rafters. It'd been this way for a while, and while it worked, he could always use a little more. Perhaps a string that he could more easily put up and take down? It's a project for another day. "But—! Not as bad as it was when I first woke up. Good thing you weren't here then." His laugh was free, happy, especially as Thalia was around.

"Here, c'mere." He waved her closer as he picked out a somewhat wider jug, looking for something that the sheer bush of a bouquet could fit in. It goes to the table and gestured at. "For the flowers? They're lovely, maybe we could replant them after they get some water." Said water from a second pitcher he's picked up and set next to the first jug. "In the meantime, how have you been? I'm sure it's been a while, what've you been up to? Anything new?"

Perfectly content, Attikias didn't hide his pleasure, letting his tail flick happily as he reached out one hand for a hug. "Missed you."

Alright, so maybe it wasn't that bad of a mess, but it felt like it to Attikias after not particularly cleaning up in depth just yet. "I've been awake about... a week or two? We can save lights for when everything else's done." That amount of time compared to how long he was sleeping is probably minuscule to her. Definitely not enough time to clean. The most he'd done was dust off and make sure nothing's broken or rotten or anything else.

So yeah, a mess to him! At the very least, he could be a little better about being a role model— ... until he snorted at Thalia correcting her language. Lips twist into a smile as he broke away from the hug and turned his gaze from herbs to her. No way did he care about her cussing then; she was an adult (or, close enough in his eyes) and it's not like it'd do anything to say 'shit' or 'fuck'. They're good words. Still, the correction is endearing, and he nodded along when she mentioned roots and Vivilene.

"I'll replant them out front. I need to clear out a bunch of old plants anyway; it's so overgrown." Eyes went closed for a brief moment as he shook his head in silent self-beration. Yes, others had come around, but how could he have let it get that bad..! Nevermind that he wasn't even around to maintain it, but he could joke to the tune of it anyway.

It'd been a while since he'd heard of the Seven. While he did listen, did show interest, his gaze trailed her fingers through the dust— there's an internal cringe at that. More cleaning. He'd live. He'd do it later, when he and Thalia were done catching up, no matter how much there was to catch up about. Hanging out with the Seven sounded good. He should see them sometime.

He frowned lightly to her easy dismissal.

Brows raised to combat the frown the moment he caught it; no need to look frustrated at her. "Yeah, I'm fine. It was just... sleep. I'm awake now, but I hate missing out time like that. Leaving you in the dark. It's shit." The smile he gave her in poking fun was brief, chased down by that same frown coming back around. "... I mean, I'm doing less than you are. Don't feel bad. I know there seems like you need to do something, but— ... what about your music? That's something. I have my figures, sculpting, that's something. Deathmatch was..."

His jaw worked as he brought his knuckles to lips in thought. "You're not gonna know what you want to do if you force it. You kind of won't know if you don't go looking for it, though. But— ... sometimes, I think you just kind of... realize it's already what you've been doing? Making music and just— ..." His attention moved between the herbs and Thalia. She was thoughtful, thought so much of her family; being alive was one of the greatest things she could do, after all, so why should she feel bad about that?

And so, with that smile returning, Attikias leaned onto the back of a chair and crossed his arms on it. "Thalia, I think you just... you're one of the greatest people I know. You don't have to do much to make people smile, make me smile! Seriously, you're one of the best people to hang around, and I'm so proud of you, even if it's just 'whatever' to you. I'm glad I got to raise you, okay? Don't worry about being something when you're already something to me. Not to sound— ... I mean what I'm saying. I think other people would agree. I like having you around."

"I mean— if you want things to do, I could always force you to do stuff. Not that I'd force you, but— you get it." A huff of a laugh fell from him as he straightened back up, perched his hands on the chair instead. "I thought I'd be someone completely different when I was younger. Y'know, going out to be some... hero of the caves, going to take down the bad guys, but I think I'm... happy, living like this? Being able to keep a home ready for people like you to come home to. And, y'know, it's not like any impressive magic or massive gardens or keeping everyone safe, but it's keeping some people safe. That's purpose enough. Making people happy's purpose enough."

Out stretched one hand, palm up for Thalia to take. "Doing something can just be... being alive. That's something enough to me."