Aphrodite had barely managed to sleep with the idea of Anteros being so close in the city yet so far. She had looked in the mirror that morning and thought she looked a fright from such sleeplessness. (But, of course, Aphrodite looked exactly as she always looked: perfect. A lack of sleep didn't affect the goddess of beauty, and she knew it.)
After hugging Eros it was to Anteros that she turned her full attention, eyes glistening with happy tears. "My lamb," she whispered before reaching out and dragging him into her arms so she could hold him tight and never release him. Too many of her children were out of her reach and she would cling to these that she could love.