"I could only be so lucky," she said, wondering how much more beautiful Olympus must be and if giving an earthly palace that kind of compliment would anger the gods. She hoped not. It was innocent. "We both will," she added as they continued on. When he let go of her hand, at first Helen didn't seem to notice. Instead, she paused in their walk and picked a beautiful pink iris and smelled it. Before they could get too lost in the trees she took his hand back and continued on with him.