His hand on her shoulder only served to make the visions stronger, for just a moment. The physical connection brought everything to the forefront and she saw, very clearly, a room with golden thrones. Rhi saw herself seated to the left of her husband, when she looked, she saw this man, her brother, seated to Zeus's right. Poseidon. The Olympians were a proud group and Hera was the queen of them all, the most proud.
Rhi shook her head once more and drew back just a little bit, rubbing her eyes. "Someone saw something in you? That's kind. That's kind of you to say. But the closest I've come to something great is the interview I had at a gym to work in a juice bar last week. I got hired. I start soon. So that's something. It'll help me get out of here, anyway." When she talked about the job, he got a genuine smile from her, something she could do for herself and be independant. She hated having to lean on others for assistance all the time.
"A private beach? That seems like something that... doesn't fit me." But as she spoke, it also felt right. Everything he said felt right. It was drawing to part of her that she couldn't explain. She didn't belong here. She belonged there. Among the people on the private beach with her feet in the warm sand and a glass of wine in her hand. "But if you insist, old friend. I'll come. You just have to tell me where and when." And she'd have to talk to Mercy about what to wear.