[There are many things to be said about Hephaestus, that he is a very busy man, and she had a good deal of resentment for being given to any one man as a prize or deterrent for the other gods. But her interests are better focused on what is inside of the tent, and she makes a small laugh when he rolls them over, settling comfortably. Her hands find the sides of his face and she strokes the backs of her fingernails over his skin, meeting his eyes with her own.]

As you put it before, it would not bring any cheer into this tent.

[Said as she kisses him again, quick but no less warm.]

But you should not feel pity for me, dear. Even gods have duties that are bigger than ourselves. And I have an eternity to see that it's righted.