"Daisy, take a deep breath," Hera said soothingly, demonstrating with her own breaths. "Focus on calming down. Are you hurt? That's what matters most. As for the car, it can be fixed, so don't worry about that now."
Daisy nodded, trying to compose herself. "I'm fine, Sister Hera," she replied, her voice still shaky.
"Is this really your car?" Zen exclaimed, rushing over to the Bugatti Mistral parked at the roadside. Bry, who had been sitting in his father's truck, also hopped down to get a closer look, his eyes wide with excitement but cautious not to touch it, wary of dirtying the car.
Hera didn't immediately respond to Zen's question, instead focusing her attention on Daisy and waiting for her to calm down. Once Daisy seemed to be settling, Hera gently inquired about the accident. "Where did it happen, and did you call the police?"
