Aphrodite's torn garments were in the garbage, the sheets changed to ones of an herbal green color she had found. Hebe laid a rather intricate duvet cover over the bed and took a step back to gauge how Demeter would like it. The gray against the green sheets was masculine and lacking in life, but it was Dionysus had to offer. She sighed, doubtful Demeter would care either way, but she wished there was something here in the penthouse to bring a bit of natural life to the place. Something bright and blooming, Hebe made a mental note to get the mortals to bring in some flowers, even if it was just the ubiquitous pointsettas that mortals seemed to adore this time of year.
Hebe turned to leave and report back to Demeter that all was prepared for her and Hecate, the silent and unmoving goddess positioned next to the window. Hercules stood guard over her, his hulking frame silent and Hebe felt a pang of guilt as she took a few steps towards the door. He probably wanted to talk to her, but he wouldn't shirk his duty anymore than she could. So many years and the same issues remained, Hebe sighed but stopped short as Dionysus entered the room.
She watched as his eyes glazed over, her lips pursing together. "Danny, are you alright?" He made no response and Hebe took a step back from him, nervously biting at her lip. He looked lost in his thoughts, and while she hoped it was to do with the horrifying events cascading around them, eons of knowing the whims of the gods told her it was something else. She watched him for a sign, what exactly she wasn't sure, but her eyes stayed on him until he moved.
She backed away slowly, certain that he was very much in the present, before turning to go find Aphrodite and Demeter.
Green eyes followed her love as he left before returning them to the crone. Ares would not have walked away so calmly, his rage would have boiled over and Demeter would not be left sitting so prim and proper. But Dionysus was not Ares, and while there was an anger bubbling beneath his calm veneer, it would stay well contained. Aphrodite frowned but turned her thoughts elsewhere; musing on the mad dog would get her no where.
Even so, when she blinked, the scene of an apartment smoldering and charred flashed across her mind's eye. Ares, damn you... No, he would not have taken such a petulant insult so kindly, nor would he have taken her intervention so willingly. Images of thousands of nights threatened to flicker across her mind, but she held them at bay. Those thoughts were best saved for when she was alone.
"You push too much Demeter." She hissed not a moment later, her fingers tapping against the counter. "I will not have you-" there was a tapping at her shoulder. She turned slowly to see Hebe behind her, a look of concern across her face. "Yes?" Her voice grated though her eyes and expression softened at the sight of the young goddess.
Hebe looked past Aphrodite to Demeter, "Hecate is taken care of, and I prepared the room for you mistress. The nurses are just finishing up if you'd like to see her again." Her attention returned to the impatient love goddess. She didn't want to say anything in front of Demeter, torn between the two goddesses, but this was something for Aphrodite's ears only. Relief washed over her as Aphrodite pulled on her arm towards the master's bathroom.
"Tell me as you help me prepare for my trip little one."
Closed off behind the bathroom door, Hebe set to brushing out Aphrodite's hair. She looked to where the bruise had been earlier, it was healing already and yellowed, the mar wouldn't last much longer. Aphrodite's attraction to violence had always worried Hebe, and in her gut she felt her mistress had fled too quickly to a danger of a more subtle sort. Hebe picked her words carefully around Aphrodite, the goddess was not naive to Dionysus' problems, nor would she take kindly to advice.
"What is it Hebe? You are obviously worried. Out with it now." Aphrodite sat staring into the mirror watching Hebe.
Aphrodite's eyebrows quirked up. "What of him?" Hebe was on thin ice here, her place was typically one of silence, though perhaps years spent with mortals had made her forget that.
"He had a moment, before he called to arrange your flight. Mistress, he looked as if he was seeing something not there." Hebe quickened to add, "you know him better than I ever could of course, but please mistress, until we know what is happening with this threat, watch over him." There, her concern was now for Dionysus and not Aphrodite's safety. If it was the beginnings of his mania, Hebe would worry indeed over the goddess, but that didn't mean she'd need to say so.
Aphrodite looked ahead into the reflection of Hebe's eyes. Madness, that was what the little one feared. She had seen it before, though the timing of this bout would be unfortunate if she was right. She was his lover, not his protector though, and the charge to watch after him chafed. "Do not fret Hebe, focus on Hecate and making her well again. Dionysus and I will return with more answers and we can soon set this all behind us." She patted the blonde goddess' hand though her mind was elsewhere. And when it was done and over with, Aphrodite would be no less busy. If Dionysus wanted to be king, there'd be much work to do, and scores to be settled. "I have nothing to pack or wear to the plane. I suppose what I wore here will have to suffice."
"I'm afraid not mistress, your clothes were not able to be saved. I had to throw away..."
Aphrodite's lips curved upwards, "Yes, well, I can't be angry over that. See if my love has a sweater, something cashmere. Plum, or black if not." She paused, musing over her options, "and find a belt, as thin as he has."
A few moments later Aphrodite and Hebe appeared back in the kitchen, the group of mortals thinning out as the last few were finalizing the details. Hebe and Aphrodite had found a way to make Dionysus' sweater, black with a v that was pulled down to show her cleavage, cling to her curves like a mini dress. The belt was tightened around her waist, the sweater barely covered her ass, her legs longer than they had any right to be. It would have to suffice.
She grabbed the bag Hebe handed to her, her phone and the little spy nestled inside it. "I'm ready Dionysus. Is everything set for us?" She was impatient to go, her tone making that obvious.