Hippolyta looked at the sister from long ago who now stood before her. It had been centuries that she'd been apart from almost all of her kin. Looking at Penthesilea brought back memories of that hunt, that mistake that had taken Hippolyta's life. But death was a part of Hippolyta now. Death wound its way through everything that she did in her life.
So after watching Penthesilea for a few long moments, she stepped out slowly from behind the table to approach her. Then, without expression, she wrapped her arms around Penthesilea and hugged her tightly, an Amazonian grip, pulling her sister into the embrace.