The smile she turned on her brother was warm and loving. And done with calculated intent to hide the fact that he'd genuinely touched her with his words. She assumed he was referring to the other women when he said the whole lot of them, and it was something that she tried repeatedly to tell herself. Especially on nights when she had no idea where her husband was or when he'd be coming home. If he'd be coming home. It felt good, more than good, to hear that she had worth when some nights, in her darkest moments, her husband could make her feel utterly worthless.
“Sunshine, dear Hades, is a wonderful thing,” she informed him with sincere affection in her voice. Once again, she looped her arm through his, though she really wanted to wrap her arms around him for another hug. That would be decidedly out of character for both of them, however, and it was time for her to return to acting like the queen she was. Hades' temple had, for a time, become a safe sanctuary, but the world outside was far harsher and she needed to put her armor on once again in order to face it. But she didn't have to put it on all at once.
“Come outside for a walk,” she urged. She tugged gently, adding physical pressure to the coercion of her words. “Come see what it's like out in the sunshine. Who knows, brother, you may actually enjoy yourself. Goodness, you might even have fun.”
There was a short laugh, not because she was mocking him, but because she was actually feeling much better now than when she'd first arrived. And after their walk, because she was going to get him outside at least for a few minutes if only to tease him later, Hera had work to do. She had a niece to talk to about the husband that she didn't yet deserve. That was where she would start, and she would build on that until Persephone realized what a gem she had.
And she would not envy the girl. Demeter's daughter might have a devoted husband, but Hera was queen of Olympus. And that was something. She could hold onto that.