Hera resisted the urge to mimic his last line. She killed a cow and everything. While she didn't mock him for that, she couldn't quite keep from rolling her eyes. How did her darling brother end up having such a narrow focus that the only thing he could see was death and how things related to dying? He was far more clever than that.
“Really, Hades,” Hera said, her voice pitched low to be for his ears alone. She would not disrespect him in his own temple in front of the mortal, but he was sort of intruding a bit into her territory, despite the current location of their discussion. “She wants to die? On the morning of her wedding? And you didn't think that I should be consulted?”
She let out an aggrieved sigh and explained, “Two kingdoms, many people and months of work have gone into planning this alliance. Their parents are thrilled. The groom is eager. And the girl hasn't even met her betrothed. She's young and melodramatic, and if you mess up all the work I've put into this by giving into her posturing, I shall be very put out with you.”
Her glance went to the girl on the floor, and this time there was no doubt. She definitely rolled her eyes. She had very little time in her life for whiners and complainers, and the girl was a severe disappointment given her parentage. If Hera hadn't put so much of her own effort into this marriage agreement, she would have said the prince would be better off without the crying child on the floor. But, she supposed, it meant there was room for the girl to grow. She would have to. Because she was getting married. Not dying.