The more pictures she looked at, the more the missed Hermione. She suddenly wanted her baby girl. But she had no idea her daughter was actually in the city. She hadn't seen her daughter in so long she probably couldn't pick her out in a crowd now. It was sad. "Oh... I'm sorry to hear that," she said lamely. It only reminded her of her own indiscretions. That Menelaus was going through the same thing he had gone through with her, but he didn't seem to be fighting for anyone this time except for his daughter. She was sorry he was going through that again. "She has the best father she could ask for," she said as she finished looking at the pictures. "You'd better get to her. I should go anyway. I told Briseis I would be back by a certain time and to come looking if I didn't come back then." It might have sounded funny to anyone else, but she was dead serious.