Hera smiled. It wasn't one of her usual, practiced smiles that was wielded like a tool to get what she wanted. This was a genuine smile for a brother that she loved, who was admitting he hadn't looked before he leaped. She wasn't so hardened from ruling that she couldn't appreciate a sincere apology for what it was truly worth. Even if it didn't include the actual words “I'm sorry.”
She could understand his frustration. Really the girl was beyond ridiculous with her wailing and weeping. Hera couldn't help but think that if she was truly committed to this death before dishonor thing, she could have dressed more appropriately. Here she was in her finest chiton, her hair prettily disheveled, her jewelry and adornments flickering as they caught the light. No sackcloth and ashes? Half-hearted, Hera thought.
“I have no idea,” she admitted when he posed his question. “Possibly. The boy is handsome enough, and he seems to have quite a solid head on his shoulders. But you can never tell with the young. They can be terribly... impractical.”
Her head tilted slightly as she continued to study the sobbing creature on the floor. “Oh, she does go on, doesn't she? I can see how that would grate on you, brother. Let me talk to her, and perhaps I can get her to stop. Will you allow me that privilege in your temple, Hades?”