She laughed, "your experiences aren't less you know." Her smile faltered a little, "but in having so many there's a lot of loss. I had a son, Hyakinthos." She motioned to the flower on the table, "beloved of two gods, and killed for it." She gave an unhappy sigh, "all that's left are his flowers. His belief brought him back, but not my little girl. She got sick, and just never got better. So If I ever freak out if you get the flu you understand why. And why I'll always tell you to never see a Greek God. They don't deserve you."