Hera's lips tightened slightly as she listened. There was very little information to go on, but that was hardly Iris' fault. The queen was certain whatever could be gleaned had been, as her messenger would hardly be lax in her duties. Especially when it was something she obviously knew was important to Hera. Important enough to hunt her down during her time away from Olympus. Which could only mean there was little other information to get just yet.
That was both good and bad. Hera wanted to know more of what was going on with her granddaughter. But if there was no further gossip floating about out there for Iris to gather, it meant that Harmonia was not in trouble. She was with, apparently, a friend. While Hera had never comprehended what drew a child of Olympus to an Underworlder, at least Harmonia had support. Not the proper support, as she should be getting it from her family, but it was better than nothing. Perhaps it was better that she ease back into the world, given how long she'd been gone. The Underworlder could act as a cushion, Hera supposed. But she did not wish to leave Harmonia with her long, so as to avoid her granddaughter being reintroduced improperly.
“I will handle it personally,” Hera answered, her words short and clipped. She was not aggravated with Iris, but with the situation in general. There was nothing she could do about it, however, as she could not go back in time and prevent her brother from being foolish enough to indulge a grieving girl's stupid request. All she could do was go forward. And as dearly as she treasured Iris, this was a family matter. Hera might consider her something more than a friend, but that did not mean the rest of her kin would, and Harmonia needed a reminder just how far her own relations stretched.
Then Hera glanced down at the lovely shoes that Iris was currently wearing, a calculating look upon her face. Out of the blue she asked, “What size do you wear again, darling? I've forgotten.”