Hephaestus?s cries send her running. Virgil is a busy woman, but her children come before anything else in her life, even her Empire. Heartbeat races, eyes going wide as she arrives at her den, assessing the situation. Her jaws part in horror as she notes the bloody tears coming from her golden-tinted son?s optics, fiery gaze flickering to Andromeda to discover the same fate. Nemesis, she notes, is twitching and squirming. There is no Gaia here, where is she?
?Quiet my loves, I?m here,? she says, pressing tender kisses to the heads of Andromeda and Hephaestus, before her attention turns to Nemesis. She seeks to place a stern paw upon him, hoping to pin him down and keep him from hurting himself. ?Nemesis it?s me, I?m here. You?re alright. I?m going to make it better,? she tells him, but how? How can she help her child, so afflicted? Why have the gods chosen to test her so?
She sends a desperate bark, a cry for assistance. She doesn?t know what to do; her only thought is that she might be able to lull her offspring to unconsciousness, so that they are not in discomfort whilst she tries to find something to help them. She knows nothing of herbs and remedies, and for once she feels utterly helpless.