Galatea allowed him to whirl around and in doing so, she hooked her fingers together and watched him with concern. She sighed, shaking her head. She was angry the gods would do such a thing to him, but at the same time she could understand their reasoning for him needing to have a reality check. He had received his gifts from the gods. Without them he would have never made her statue, and thus he would have never had her. He had much to be grateful for. All he had to do was show it.
She waved her maids away to leave them be and she paid them no mind as they hurried to another, farther room.
"No, my sweet. You may achieve your gifts again. The Olympian said what you must do. You are not nothing without them, but you cannot live without your gifts because with them you are complete." She firmly took hold of his hands. "You must admit fault. It is the only way."