Hermes respected Calista so when she said he could leave he simply nodded and then blurred out of existence.  Moving so quikly that unless he wanted someone to, no one but the most ancient of immortals could even see him.  After she was left alone with Hephaestus, she moved him easily to her room as he floated on Ares’ oversized sword connected sympatheticly with the tiny one in the young immortals hand.<br/><br/>Once alone in her room, Calista began to attend her father.  She bathed him and losened his stilts which allowed him to walk.  He was a large, ugly man, his body scarred and roughly hewn.  As she kissed his cheeks and dried him, her nearness, her warmth, sweet words, breath, and vitality against him stirred him.<br/><br/>Though as lost in himself as he was, Hephaestus still had an awareness of his beloved daughter.  She had been there for him when all others, most especially his wife, had turned their backs on him.  What had happened in the crystal cavern had proven that.  Now only covered by a sheet, he proved it again as his body responded to her closeness.  His rather thick manhood began to slowly tented the sheet as she stirred him in ways no one else could anymore.<br/>