Poseidon was fuming when he left Hera's cell, he could barely control his rage even as he made his way towards Olympus, who did those arrogant bastards think they were, doing whatsoever they pleased without repercussions. He couldn't wait to reach the palace and give everyone involved a peice of his mind.
Back on Olympus, inside the palace, In Leto's quarters, Zues was sitting by his wife's side as Asclepius cleaned Leto's burn wound on her arm. Zues was a bit worried, gods and goddesses barely sustained injuries but the fire Hermoine had made burnt Leto significantly.
Asclepius on the other hand was a bit excited, he hadn't had to deal with injuries sustained by the gods in millennia, so this was a very intriguing moment for him.
"Will you stop smiling to yourself Asclepius and heal my wife," Zues spoke with a frown.
