He shook his head.  "I think I have... touched a nerve."  She was right to be concerned.  Immortals could be killed off.  It usually took very powerful forces, but over time, usually decades to centuries, they could recover from such transitory states such as death, if the immortal had enough power and passion.  Though powerful, Hephaestus had grown weary of this world when his daughter was not by his side.  Reaching up, he stroked through her soft white hair as he surveyed the damaged area.<br/><br/>"Ill fix the door.  We can take care of all this later.  It is just stuff... I can rebuild it all with no problem."  Kissing the top of her head, he walked over to a close by overlook and set aside his hammer to raise his hands up and call upon his element.  Two pseudopods of lava lifted up, each slowly shaped and replaced the door with glowing slabs of bronze metal each weighing tons.  They were perfectly swiveled on hinges and intricately locked together barring anyone except for him, Calista, and certain trusted faithful from entering.  Though they still glowed once finished, they would slowly darken into thier normal earthen hue.<br/><br/>Hephaestus was always one to intricately detail everything he did.  On the huge, powerful doors were intricate bas reliefs of scenes from Calista's long life by his side.  It had scenes from her island, special scenes from her past, a few scenes with her mother, other such moments from her history intricately carved into each panel.  None of the panels had him in them, though.  He never liked to include himself in his work.<br/><br/>After he had finished, his arms dropped to his side as he considered.  "Yes.  Id like to rest... maybe drink some ambrosia.  And think."  He had that far away look once more as he considered what had happened and what it meant.  Reaching out to touch her shoulder, he walked with her toward the smaller room which had been set aside for her use.  The bed was still quite luxurient, although it would seem kind of small next to what he was used to.