At least Pothos was safe, then. There was some relief in that. It did nothing to truly ease her pain, but no further hurt was added. Sigyn wasn’t certain she could take more bad news right now. And as badly as she was feeling, how much worse must it be for this young goddess? Hedylogos was her brother, had been for far longer than he’d been Sigyn’s. And she must be terribly worried for Pothos and Aphrodite.
Sigyn carefully picked her way across the room, unsure what, if any, comfort or aid she could offer to Harmonia. There was simply a need to be closer to someone else that could understand the pain she was feeling at the loss of one who was family. Not that she could compare her relationship with Hedy to Harmonia’s own with him, but there was a sense of shared communion in their mourning.
However, once she was close, Sigyn became increasingly uncomfortable. She was so used to referring to Hedy in a certain way, but to do that with this goddess might not only offend, it might hurt. That was the last thing she wanted to do. Tentatively, she reached out her hand, touching the girl’s arm but nothing more. She didn’t want to presume, but in a way, she needed the contact.
“I will find a way,” she said softly. “In our pantheon, when our queen lost her son, a bargain was made with the Queen of the Dead. I will find a way to return Hedylogos to you. To all of us.”