"Well if there's any swelling, it'll help keep it from getting too bad," she told him, adjusting it so it sat more squarely on his head. "Let's not have a huge bump on that handsome face, hmm?"
She felt his fingers brush her cheek and took it all in stride. There was no threat from this man, none that she could tell, anyway. He seemed almost childlike, like he needed to be taken care of, and that was something Rhode could do.
She laughed softly in the back of her throat. "You could say that," she said. "Some stories say that she's my mother, some say Amphitrite. I remember it both ways. But she's the one I called to come and get me from the hospital. I'm working on calling her mother, too, but it's taking a little getting used to her." Her brain caught up with his words, then. "So you're one of Aphrodite's children, too? What's your name?"