Hera was in fact torn between glee to see him brought low and concern. She was a doctor, after all, and she had taken vows to alleviate suffering wherever she came across it. That included his, she supposed. With a suppressed sigh of annoyance, she knelt beside him on the sidewalk, shrugging out of her backpack so it wouldn’t throw her off balance as she crouched there. The sidewalk was hot, the heat radiating off it in waves and making her wince.
“What are you doing here, Zeus? When was the last time you ate? Or showered?” she asked, wrinkling her nose slightly at his filthy appearance. Up close like this, he was even more shockingly haggard. It made her wonder, if he looked like this, if the reason she hadn’t seen some of the others was that they had... died. Or something. This was truly disturbing, though. What could have happened to him to bring him so low, to put him in such a state.