Hera chose not to disclose to Zeus that there had been a number of tumultuous times regarding Eileithyia and preventing her from fading. The vast wealth of information gathered across the internet had been nothing short of a blessing for minor gods and goddesses such as her. Those occurrences had filled Hera with terror to the point of nearly screaming at the injustice of it all. Of all her children, Eileithyia would ever be the most vulnerable, the most subject to fading. Yet so long as mortals still knew her name, could still click on that little hyperlink scattered across web pages discussing the queen of the Greek pantheon, Eileithyia would remain. Even so, Hera still lived in fear of what could possibly happen to her daughters. Eris at least had the events of the Iliad to hold onto as well as a degree of pop culture, but Eileithyia would be a constant worry unless something changed for the better. Hera was hardly alone in her predicament, however, and she didn't even have it the worst. Poor Amphitrite was putting up a dogged struggle for the sake of keeping all of her daughters as well as forty-eight of her forty-nine sisters. Thetis, entitled spoiled little brat that she was, was in no danger of fading, thanks to Homer and his stories. Most disrespected of gods, her ass.<br/><br/>"I tend to make calls myself anyway, I prefer to be personal," Hera shrugged, falling silent for a moment as Eleithyia walked into the kitchen and waved at her in greeting. She mouthed the word "hey" upon seeing her mother on the phone and as quietly as possible got an unopened bag of chips out of the cupboard. One of Eris' purchases most likely. Hera couldn't stand junk food. When her daughter had left the kitchen to join her sister in watching Netflix on the couch. "I only delegate calls to my assistants during particularly busy periods or with very minor matters. Besides, I'd prefer this be kept between us for the time being."<br/><br/>As rain began to pound against the windows, Hera heard Eris shout.<br/><br/>"Fucking again? It was supposed to be sunny today!"<br/><br/>"You got caught in the rain, didn't you?" Eileithyia responded.<br/><br/>"You'd think someone had pissed off Dad it's been so sudden," Eris grumbled.<br/><br/>Well, she was at least somewhat right in that their father had been the cause of the shift in weather. Less so because he was angry and more so due to the drudging up of old pains. Hera cleared her throat.<br/><br/>"For the record, I would not say that you hid from it, more that whatever answer you gave was bound to be biased anyway. After all, how fair would it have really been if you had awarded the apple to your own wife? Or to your own daughter. Either way, it would have ended questionably. Thought it<i>is </i>sweet of you to say that. I do warn you that if you're not careful I might start to like this more honest side of you."<br/><br/>If trying to charm her back to him was part of his plans as well, he was succeeding, as much as she loathed to admit that. Maybe she had always craved this sort of open honesty from him, the transparency about his thoughts. Throughout their marriage she had always been infuriated with how he had refused to tell her his thoughts, angered by how little pride he had seemed to take in having her as a wife. It had felt as if she were shameful, and the affairs had only further deteriorated the situation. Now here they were hundreds of years later edging into the game of flirtation yet again, albeit cautiously. Hera almost didn't want to stop talking with him, her heart daring to consider that maybe they could start again.