Well, at least he admitted it. It was very difficult to remain angry with him anyway, and Jord squeezed his form in her arms, sighed, sniffed a little. Disappointed? No, she wasn't disappointed...or maybe she had been disappoineted but how could she remain so when he was here and he had come to see her and saying that the other's didn't make him guilty. How could any mother be disappointed?
The hints of a smile began tugging at her lips, and sighed as she finally replied, "Alright. Alright. I'm not disappointed and...I'm sure you'll be able to make it up to me in time. You always do."
He pulled back and she did as well, reaching up despite the fact that he was speaking, placing a pale hand on either of his cheeks, pulling his forehead down for a kiss. It took the goddess a moment to process whatever nonsense he was on about; in her mind, whatever it was couldn't be as important as making sure he was properly mothered, cooked for, fawned over, and thoroughly embarrassed, but the information broke through nonetheless, and as Jord released her palms from his face, her eyes went wide.
"I destroyed your office?" she asked, clearly surprised. "Wait....you worked...in a munitions factory?" And then, giggling to herself, full of mischeif, the goddess shook her head. "Well, I can hardly be held responsible for your poor career choices, you know...."