"Birth? I suppose that's a term for it... I was never a child like you were."
She watched to make he had everything carefully, paing particular attention to the box he held, and with a thought changed from jeans to a chiton... it was purely habit, but she never went to Cyprus in modern clothes. It always felt wrong.
"Is it true? Of course it is... do you really think I'd make up a story like that? You could always ask Cronus, if you like... I'm sure he'd offer some gory details about the castration that occur just prior to him tossing them in the sea. I doubt he expected to see me rising from the foam..."
She scrunched her nose, realizing she was being a bit... not herself.
"Sorry, love. I'm in a bit of a mood. Shall we?" She reached out and placed her hand on his arm, transporting them instantly to a small temple near a deserted beach. She glanced around slowly, and nodded.