"Let's not talk about her, hm?" he exhaled a bit. His tone was serious, but not stern, it was more of a gentle warning than an actual command. But if she knew better, she wouldn't push the issue. "I'm kind of sorry I brought it up. You don't need to hear about shit like that." he paused, and leaned over to put out his cigarette, breaking from her for a moment before snuggling back against her.
"Hera sounds like a bitch, though." he said, chuckling softly. "Or is she going to kill me for talking badly about her, too?" He didn't mind when she hid her face against him, but he didn't quite react either. Well, not at first. He hesitantly cupped his hand behind her head, and stroked her hair a bit, in a sort of mock consolation. Aimon felt a little awkward having her this close, and honestly, he hadn't realized he'd been pulling her practically into his lap. His mind was really elsewhere.
"Er. But how are you? Is your head feeling any better?" he asked, drawing away from her a little. Just to look at her better, and not really for separation's sake.