A night passed, and it wasn't until the next morning that Aphrodite finally emerged from The Temple surrounded by molten fire, after Ares's anxious wait.
Regardless of how she felt after hearing Hephaestus's request, the Goddess of Beauty ultimately agreed to his terms.
The undying Achilles was not truly invincible, but the God of Craftsmanship was the fastest and most suitable helper she could think of at the moment.
As for a statue... let it stay, the cripple didn't plan to exhibit his "perfect work of art" in his heart anyway.
Perhaps to deceive herself, Aphrodite made a request.
She vetoed the name closely associated with herself and asked Hephaestus to think of a new one.
The God of Craftsmanship readily agreed to this, for in his heart he also wanted to give his perfect creation a unique name.
So the two reached an agreement, and the matter was settled.
