He was smiling. How much time had passed since she'd seen that smile? So much that Rhea had forgotten what it looked like. Hardly surprising when all the good days they had shared - and there had been plenty - were overshadowed by their final encounter before chaos broke loose.
How could you? Cronus' eyes had been chips of ice and her unwavering glare had been just a hard and cold. You chose this.
He had brought the war upon himself and still a small part of her had firmly believed he would come out victorious. He was Cronus, after all; the one who'd saved them all from that dark pit and had promised her there would be no more eternal darkness. When he was defeated and cast down to Tartarus...
"Home & Design. The blue one." Although the wariness disappeared, Rhea didn't return the smile. Not yet. Stepping aside to give her... to give Cronus better access to the shelf in question, she glanced at the magazine he'd so carelessly tossed aside and raised an eyebrow.
"Gardening?" And now the corners of her mouth twitched.