Suddenly Makaria dropped into an awkward curtsy, she hadn't bowed yet. Wasn't Zeus a proud sort of God? She didn't really know. She'd read things but Mortals couldn't exactly be trusted to convey the truth when it came to Gods.
"Of course I forgive you, it's understandable. It's not as if I've been running around having parties or going up to Olympus with my mother. I've been so busy with.. well. With what I do and helping my father out around here when mother is.. well. Up there.." Makaria looked off another way for a moment.
Persephone was gone so much. So much. Where was she when she needed someone to escort her around Zeus, like now? Someone to introduce her and then excuse her to her duties and speak with him instead of leaving Makaria on her own in a severely awkward sort of situation.