Oenone watched him silently, her face stony and devoid of emotion. Where Paris was concerned, she was still very confused. She had loved him with every fiber of her being, but then he betrayed her. He betrayed their marriage. And for what? The promise of another man's wife. She had told Dionysus she was through with Paris, but here she was making sure he got oriented to the living world.
She sighed, rolling her eyes again before straightening up and then stepping over to him. She offered her hands as more of means of support and balance than anything. "I haven't got all day," she said gruffly.