Of all things, it was the contrast between the two of them that started to settle Persephone. Hera dressed in white, looking ethereal, herself in black, as though she'd just risen from the Underworld. "Thank you, Lady Hera," she answered, falling back onto courtesy, because that much she could manage.
"I can't help but agree," she continued. "I have to admit, I'm still unsure of how things are going to proceed in the coming days. As I mentioned earlier, I don't feel quite the same as I did so long ago. Everything is so different now."
Amphitrite, by contrast, was not feeling nearly so settled. She had not managed to return to her underwater kingdom, and it was nagging at her like an itch she couldn't scratch. She had agreed to this meeting, but she couldn't help but feel like she was the country cousin showing up at her more well-to-do relative's house.
She'd managed to make herself presentable (maxing out her emergency credit card in the process), and was arrayed in a seafoam green dress, white sandals, and clips shaped like starfish holding back her hair. She supposed it made sense that she wasn't so polished, given that she and her husband ruled over a literal force of nature.
She rang the doorbell and waited to be allowed in, brushing away a few stray hairs, and very quickly checking to make sure she didn't have makeup stuck to her teeth or smeared on her clothes.