Nike felt awkward. She didn't know what to do in this type of situation. Generally, anyone crying in front of her were those being punished for Zeus. In that case she might have taunted the one being punished, or had just been silent. This time was entirely different. She felt out of her comfort zone and felt the very strong instinct to run and find Bia. She fought that instinct and instead placed her hand on his. She didn't have the right words to say. There were no right words. That didn't stop her from being herself, "I have no idea how to approach this, Theseus. I've never found myself in this kind of conversation before."