Rhea stared at the hand on her arm, disbelief written all across her face. She hadn't expected this and didn't know what to make of it. What was Poseidon trying to accomplish?
"Don't?" She let her dispassionate gaze settle on his face and raised an eyebrow at the funny look it was sporting. Although she had stood idly by and let Cronus carve their son up like a turkey, she hadn't done anything to hurt him. Up until now, she hadn't laid a finger on the boy and she wasn't going to in the future, either.
If Poseidon didn't let go of her and tried something, however, she might just change her mind.