"I-" she paused realizing the face, the voice, while not physically her sister, it was Demeter; not buried under a mortal, but speaking to them, open and solid--she nearly hugged her again. Instead she turned to Poseidon and lightly tapped his arm in a smack, wrapping her own around his in a pseudo embrace. "You said she was not awakened! That is my sister." She turned again to Demeter to smile brightly, walking then to take her hand affectionately, going to lead her siblings further into her living space only to stop and look to Hades with a sad smile, shaking her head.
"We have not found her. For now, it is us." Hera's voice was poignant and a bit sad, directed at Demeter's question.