Reading what she had written, Hercules felt empathetic towards her. He never really cared about social standings and the like. To him, all that mattered was respecting people and helping those in need. Perhaps it was a bit naive to think like that, but so far in his life, it had worked out pretty well if he did say so himself. But this was his path at least and it probably wasn't the exact same one that another would follow.
I am sorry you were left with nothing after your husband's passing. Still, at least you knew you could go to your friend Lucretia. It is a great sense of relief to be able to have a friend that will always have your back no matter what.
Hercules paused, once more reminded of the loss of Iolaus. Truly there was no one else in the world he would trust more. Xena came very, very close, but Iolaus had always been there for him, through thick and thin. It was odd to not be able to rely on the other man to be there for him now.
So, is there anything else I should know about you? Amusing stories, that sort of thing? He looked at her after he finished typing, an amused grin on his face and in his eyes.