Harmonia shrugged, now was a horrible time for 'hi, nice to meet you' type conversation. Not when there were bodies scattered about. Perhaps that was a proper greeting if one was a war god or goddess, but for Balance, it wasn't exactly sitting right. Names were exchanged, that's all that matters. Sigyn was the blonde's name, a Norse goddess - Balance was certainly meeting quite a number of Nords of late and could now add Sigyn (who she'd heard nothing of) to that list. If the circumstances were different, perhaps she would have asked after Tyr, but all things considered, now was not the time.
"I actually had no way of knowing if my Mother was here, but it seemed a fair question. I can't see Hedylogos being... well, I'm sorry to say this Sigyn of the Norse, but I just don't see my brother being a viable target for this sort of attack. Hedy always was..." She paused, why was this Nord living with Hedylogos in the first place. Was she a lover of her brother's? Was she... "He always was the softest of all of us, the least confrontational. This quarrel was not with him." No, more likely, it was because of Aphrodite. Because Love had to always do something she had no business doing, getting involved in affairs she had no business getting involved in and messed with emotions she had no right to mess with. All of this could point to the end result of Hedylogos dying. It was just too likely to not be considered.
She toed a bit of refuse, scorched black, and looked up. "Hedylogos is dead, I already know this. It would be impossible for me to not. But Pothos is not dead. It would be impossible for me not to know that as well." For Balance, the scale weighing love had gotten just a bit lighter when the attack occurred. "Pothos is probably at Epidurius being tended to. Asklepios would see to that."
Balance suddenly very much wanted some sort of comforting. Hearing about it, feeling it and knowing about it were quite different from seeing it. Seeing just what had been done to her brother, his attendants and his home. The smell she had noticed upon stepping in suddenly brought back memories of battlefields long years past, riding past funeral pyres and burnt villages with her husband as they tried desperately to free the Illyrian people from barbarian threat. Only these barbarians were of Underworld birth, not northern Greece and beyond.