In spite of herself, and in spite of her logical mind telling her that the blame here didn't lie with this goddess, Rosmerta found herself crossing her arms in front of her chest. As though she was blocking off any kind of connection to Peitho. It was defensive, and she hadn't meant to do that either. As soon as she recognized what she'd done, Rosmerta forced herself to uncross her arms. Then forced herself not to set her hands on her hips.
For crying out loud, this was going to be a pain to deal with. Because she wanted to scream at the other goddess. She was smart enough, though, to recognize that was just a reaction to the pain of realizing that Hermes had another... whatever they were. They weren't married, they weren't even monogamous or committed. But she'd sort of thought that she was kind of special since he did keep coming back to her. Now here was Peitho, who seemed to have the same sort of relationship, and worse, had probably had that relationship for far longer since she was from the same pantheon. It sort of stung and Rosmerta wanted to lash out.
But that wouldn't get them anywhere, would it? Except maybe rolling around in the dirt in the street after Rosmerta tackled her and slammed that pretty little head against-- No. No, she wa going to stay calm. That would help Peitho stay calm. And if they were calm together, then they had a chance to sort this situation out. A very slim chance, but still a chance.
She nodded once, then commented, “We have an understanding as well. I'm going to hazard a guess that your understanding and our understanding are the same sort of understandings? We're together, but not together.”
This was such an odd discussion, and not one she really wanted to have in the middle of the street where anyone could hear. Rosmerta glanced around them, then tilted her head to the left. “Walk with me? I think we should continue this in private. And I have a feeling it might take a while.”