Harmonia looked at the open palm, then up at the face of the goddess who proclaimed herself the goddess of Friendship, and back at the palm. Was she expected to do something in return? Sometimes she felt so socially retarded when she finally interacted with deities she didn't know. It couldn't be helped, she didn't get out much other than being the tag-a-long for her brothers or with her parents. Or with Peitho. Regardless, she was nearly always chaperoned and had introductions done for her.
She nodded her head and relaxed noticeably, shoulders settling, before giving a small, soft smile. “I'm sorry. You caught me off guard. I thought you might have been someone wanting to hurt them.” There were gods that did that. Harmful, angry gods. And goddesses. Balance was pretty sure she'd heard Enyo make threats to Ares about culling the herd of erotes. Something Ares hadn't been fond of. At least as far as she knew.
“I'm Harmonia,” she said a moment later. “Balance, Harmony, Concord... stuff like that.”
She didn't turn around or inclined her head toward the naked erotes. Instead she waved her hand in their direction. “Eros and Anteros are really the only ones that are my brothers. The rest are half-brothers or adopted brothers.”