Suddenly he was very, very confused. What just happened? What made her suddenly decide that she no longer wanted his input on this? Hedylogos as quite certain that was something Hera should have probably decided before she even asked him here and then not bothered doing so, because since she had already told him of her plans and that she had been looking for assistance from him to find someone -obviously negating him from the role himself –to a small degree of relief and some large degree of heartbreak, he was going to now walk away still knowing something was going on... somewhere.
It also meant that he was always going to have to be on alert and aware that he not unknowingly interrupt or make someone aware of something that he wasn't entirely sure was going on. He would have been happier not knowing anything.
Ignorance, as they said, was bliss. Whoever the proverbial “they” were.
The only assumption he could logically make was that Hera wished to save him from the potentiality of Zeus' wrath -which he wielded with a skill that was almost beyond compare. Hedylogos was not to assist in this search for a paramour, of which he was partly grateful, but he was to return home to France knowing full well that eventually she would seek another.
Cruel Morai how he hated them sometimes.
Hedylogos squeezed her hand gently in return, turned his gazed away and nodded once in what he assumed was understanding. “I hope the small amount of advise I was able to give is of some assistance to you.” A quiet moment passed before Flattery turned his gaze briefly up to the sky, “I do also hope the rain in Paris has passed. I was intending to spend some time along the Champs-Elysees, which is difficult to do if it is precipitating heavily.” It was mostly a lie, but it was his way of trying to politely excuse himself from a terribly painful conversation and rather hoping Hera would let him go without complaint.