She was staring. Her heart was pounding, there was nothing left of Cora that stood there. Hera couldn't, wouldn't believe it. The man of many affairs, of such a love of women, the very meaning of masculinity in the modern world, in the body of a woman?
There was barely enough sense to keep her calm at the introduction, the heavy tirade wanted to fly from her mouth instead. It had to be someone else, perhaps another of the winds, one of the men other then- There was an internal shake of her mind, any other explanation would suffice. But they needed to be out of such a public view, even Hera knew better than to make a scene with so many mortals around. Her vessel would not approve and the other mortals might try and arrest her, label her insane, that just would not due.