Iaso, The Goddess Of Lack Of Humor

`"You're looking for my father?"

Sharina was happy the figure was a woman, and more so not a threat. They had approached her with caution, scaring her into thinking they were the ones out to get her. Fortunately, being a god also meant standing your ground despite the impending danger. It was either that or when she saw them clearly, she decided they weren't going to do anything she couldn't take care of. After the misunderstanding had cleared out, they had asked her for directions to Epidaurus. When she asked what for, Newt unveiled the full truth to her. 

"Your father?" Newt seemed a bit shocked, eyeing the woman from top to bottom.

"Yes, my father. I'm one of the goddesses of health and daughter of Asclepius."

"Eye-ass-o?" Sharina wondered aloud, earning a chilly glance from the goddess.

"My name is Iaso," she said, irritation laced into her words. "I find it amusing to not have been forgotten by humans."

"Yeah, how do you know that name?"