She heard him walking up to the bedroom. It was hard to miss his gait. That part had to been Hera’s fault. Throwing your baby off Mount Olympus is bound to cause some injury to the child, even a divine one. She actually felt bad for him because of that. It must be hard to be rejected by your parent. Aphrodite didn’t really have parents. Certainly not any she had to interact with. But she did know enough to know that tossing your child away was just wrong.
She was a bit surprised when he knocked before he entered the room. She had to give him credit for that. He wasn’t a complete barbarian. She hadn’t been certain. Hephaestus certainly looked like one. She supposed she should give him a chance and stop judging him on his unfortunate looks.
“I’m here, darling.” She came over after he had called her. He wanted to show her something? Love really hoped that his penis wasn’t malformed. She wanted some enjoyment out of this arrangement. No, she’s giving him a chance. No need to judge things before seeing them.
“Is this something that is better being told or being seen? I generally prefer to see things with my own eyes.” She glanced quickly at his cane. “But telling me about it may be easier on your legs.” She may not be happy about this marriage, but she saw no need to be overly mean to him.