He smiled at her expression. He knew it well, and was glad for the distance. "That I do." There was a long pause then. "I should get back. Forgive me, for being such a poor conversationalist Hestia." Still he leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Send word when you are ready." Awkward as he was he wasn't lying. There were the errant Titans to consider in Tartarus, their father among them. It was unwise to leave it untended for long.
He bowed to her before leaving. Already he was wincing at the glare of the sun, and he shielded his eyes as he climbed onto the carriage that would take him home.
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A week later he would pace, almost restlessly, in his audience chamber awaiting the arrival of Hestia. He did hope the journey wasn't too hard. He knew it wasn't the most pleasant trip to make.