He could see her shake, he could sense the fear. She was brought back to that young girl that feared him. He reached out to touch her face but at her words he stopped, curling his hand and laying it limply at his side. Poseidon might wish to destroy his own, Briareos did not.
"Won't touch you." His voice came out calm, it wasn't sinister or dark. "Our understanding still stands." He walked inside hoping she took this as a sign of peace. He just needed to see her. She was the only thing familiar to him anymore.