Hera nearly sighed out loud. And things were going so well. Her gaze shifted between her two siblings, like Poseidon, she was aware of the change in the air. There had always been tension between the two ever since Persephone's capture, even after her daughter had been clearly fine--even seemed to come back happy from her time with her husband, Demeter was incredible overprotective.
Giving a small squeeze to Zeus' arm as her sister stood, Hera did the same, walking to her, laying a hand on her shoulder gently, though not speaking. It was mostly a gesture of comfort than anything else.