"It's only the beginning." He held her tightly. "I can't always protect you like I could before." In these new times he teetered on unstable more than calm. Without the strong worship it left him vunerable. He petted her head, wringing his fingers through her blonde ringlets. "I wouldn't want Hera to get to you now." Not while Zeus was still missing. He didn't put it passed her to have been behind it.
"Let's go away...." He whispered. Just the two of them. He hadn't given her the attention she deserved. He had Olympias around, then this.
Dionysus held his arms out for her to investigate. "No need beautiful. They are just scrapes." He would heal physically. It was his mental state that was still in question that only weeks could unfold.