Laying on the busted bed.  Hephaestus was sitting up.  Still naked under the sheets, as Calista had been as well, he was rubbing his temple absently as she returned to him.  He seemed distracted and in a dark mood.  So much to consider especially with so many gaps in his memory.  How had he ended up wherever Calista had found him would be a question he would need to ponder often until he figured out what had happened.  Seeing her comming back, he perked up.  In truth the immortals didnt need to eat, though it helped them to thrive and thus strengthened them.  It mostly had to do with pleasurable sensations... enjoying the little things... like eating a hearty meal or enjoying favorite past times... from which an immortal grounded himself and drew strength.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Little One," he muttered.  He felt weakened, which was a very alien sensation to him.  At first rejuvinated by the sharing of Ichor, now he felt the void within him.  Being heald in whatever imprisonment he was trapped in had sapped much of his strength.  It would take awhile for him to reach his full titanspawn battling strength.  Taking the bowl from Calista, his very large and warm and callused hand touched her own slight one.  "Relax.  Eat with me.  I need to figure out what had happened.  Ill need your help to dress.  Whatever happened... the villian is still at large."  He couldnt let this continue, especially since whoever overpowered him could easily hurt or even destroy Calista.  This he couldnt allow... especially since Hermes had chosen to involve her in his affairs once more.