10 years wasn't really much in the eyes of a god. But for humans people still died, and so he was kept busy enough. He'd found a sort of peace with Hestia, both of them finding comfort in their own little pieces of the realm and in each other. Considering the rumors he heard about the others, he considered himself lucky. So when Hestia came around the corner he rose and smiled at her. "MY Queen. How are things?"