"He's got his queen now anyway," Aphrodite explained as she held Beroe gently to her, still stroking her hair. "She's pregnant with his child and he loves her, as much as Poseidon is capable of such a thing. Show no fear, dearheart," was Aphrodite's suggestion, and now she pulled Beroe delicately loose from her to take the girl's appearance in with a smile.
"My beauty," Aphrodite enthused. "Come, let me make sure you're fed."