She allowed her hand to drop to just look at him, this man she had thought was her husband only to be her son. She remained squatted for a moment longer, taking in the growing power with every soul she met; this was her son and it made her heart grow. Cora tried to point out the blatant cruelty she had just said but Hera was too far gone in her control and power, she barely noticed. "I wish I had been able to see more clearly all those years ago, we could have been a formidable team, you and I." She stood to cover his hand with hers, "my boy, my Hephaestus." She was rather emotional, Hera played favorites. Her family knew it, her children experienced it. Part of her kingdom was the solidarity of heirs and without question her sons overruled her daughters. And while Ares was the god after her own heart, Hephaestus would always be her baby.

To which Cora nearly scoffed at internally. She shared the goddess heart, she knew much of her affection, while real, was done because of the mistreatment she gave him as an infant. Had she been sitting in that chair of hers playing psychologist to these two, neither would be pleased to hear her conclusions.

"Your father is in the city. We have made contact, and your sister, Eris. She is- still Eris." Hera paused, "though, their bodies are quite different then they once were."