Helen had a way about her that she somehow was able to cover up any nerves she felt. She liked to credit it to being Spartan and her parentage. She knew her birth father was Zeus and she loved him as such, but her real father the one who raised her would always be Tyndareus. He may not be her biological father but she had learned bravery from him. Between him and Leda, Helen had been raised rather well in the ways of Sparta.
She considered him a moment and then leaned in against him to watch the guests dance. "I believe that."