Zagreus might be battered and bleeding, but he's still on his feet with shoulders thrown back in pride as he watches the Styx claim his father. He likes to take a moment to catch his breath, to observe this little area in peace before he finishes his ascent from the Underworld. He's not used to that peace being broken abruptly by whistles and applause, and Hermes will have a front row seat to Zagreus nearly jumping out of his own skin.

"Wh—"

He whirls, shield at the ready, before his eyes land on Hermes and he parses the things being said to him. Zagreus makes a confused little sound, letting his weapon drop to his side and wiping a smear of blood from his already healing nose. "Hermes? What— Are you allowed to be here?"

A stupid question. He figures Olympians can go where they please, really, especially one like Hermes, but he's still collecting himself.