It's not all that difficult to get things going without it. I can bring out the diagrams, if you like--

Spirits, no.

[Nike's peals of laughter makes people glance over, and then away out of respect for the colours of her cloak. Kratos manages to hide most of the blush with his hair and the fact that it's still warm. Mercifully, they reach the next room; and Nike nods toward the other door.]

I'm going to take a dip in the pool. Take care, little brother.

[She claps a hand to the back of his neck to pull him into a hug and kiss his cheek, and take the opportunity to whisper in his ear:]

Be wary. He's not pleased about your half-elven commander.

[Then she pulls back and saunters through the other door, waving behind her.]