Amphitrite hesitated, then laid one hand gently on his shoulder. She knew that Poseidon had the tendency to destroy everything he touched if left unchecked, and that could be devastating to those who hadn't gotten used to being around him. True, he wasn't her child. But given the choice between the husband she wanted to drown, and the man sitting in front of her, well...there really was no choice. And sometimes being maternal meant dishing out some tough love.
"It's easier, that's true," she agreed. "It's also the less dignified way out. You might almost call it a cop out. We retreat within ourselves to protect ourselves, but there comes a time when you have to raise your head, straighten your spine, and face the challenge head on. All storms eventually blow themselves out, we know this to be true better than anyone."