They're not very fragile at all, really, a fact for which Psyche is daily grateful; they're not even wholly tangible on the mortal plane, which is a good thing as they'd be rather hard to protect otherwise. It's hard enough not banging them into things up in Olympus.

"I'm the goddess and embodiment of the mortal soul," she says, and smiles again. "Which always sounds like a terribly odd statement, coming out of my own lips, but there it is. And you are a...cat?" Zoology is taking some interesting turns around here. "I know someone named Demeter, but I doubt she's yours." Even if the drama described sounded quite like something that might happen amongst her husband's family. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you."