Hera had a lot of practice in hiding her reactions, particularly from her husband. She'd needed to, since sometimes he'd prodded specifically looking for a reaction from her. And she had to admit that she'd done the same to him. So when he surprised her with his apology, she didn't allow it to show on her face. He had said he was sorry in the past, and sometimes she believed he was sincere, but it had never been so... so...
Pure. It was an odd word to apply, but it seemed to be the best fit. Zeus said he was sorry, not because she was angry or he'd been caught out, not because he was looking for an angle or seeking a reward, but because he meant it. Simply meant it. It was really refreshing. And touching.
“I had always thought,” she answered carefully, “that it was something you'd prefer to keep for yourself. Your hobby. My assumption was incorrect as well, and I am sorry.”
Hera met his eyes then. She'd never backed down from him, at their worst or their best, she never backed down. “I would very much like to join you. I'd like to see what interests you, husband.”