“No,” she said quickly and wrinkled her nose. “I am not Peitho.”
Balance realized she wasn't been particularly friendly or accommodating, but really, she just caught a stranger spying on her naked brothers bathing. No matter what the other goddess said, it did appear a bit on the perverted side of things. It was alright to want to look at someone, maybe even alright to sneak a peek at them secretly. But to spy on a person when they were vulnerable and naked and obviously not able to protect themselves was unacceptable.
And no matter how much people seemed to think that it was up to her brothers to keep her safe, Harmonia knew deep down that she was better suited to keep them safe. She was Ares' daughter. Ares loved her. He may only show it in his own distinctly Ares way, but she knew... just knew, she was his favorite. Only Eros and Anteros could claim to have Ares as a father as well, but she knew that she was far more his child than either of her lovey-dovey brothers were. She loved her mother and all, but her father was the greatest god in the universe.
Harmonia narrowed her eyes further and rather than addressing who she really was, she instead felt it better to ask the apparent stalker another question, “Just who are you, anyway?”
There was a part of her that thought maybe, just maybe, she should alert Eros to the fact that he and the other erotes are being watched. At the same time, the other goddess admitted she'd be humiliated if they looked at her and while Balance was upset that this girl was watching her brothers secretly, she wasn't overly malicious and didn't wish the girl humiliation.